13. Killian

This is hard.

This is fucking hard.

Trying to get Naomi out of my head is hard. I've tried and it's been over a week since we last saw each other. And the farther I tried to give her space, telling myself that she needed time with me, the more I craved her, the more I couldn't stop thinking about her. No day goes by that I don't think about her. She's becoming a distraction and I don't like that.

I can't get the image of her in my bed that Sunday morning out of my head. Wearing nothing but my dress shirt as she sleeps like a baby. She looks innocent when she's sleeping, unlike the feisty, strong-headed woman who doesn't listen to anyone.

I can't stop.

I can't stop thinking about her in my shirt trying to reach for a box of sugar, with me behind her as her butt nearly touched my crotch.

God, how can she be so fucking beautiful?

All my life I've only thought about two things. My company, and my family. Nothing else, but ever since I met Naomi, she's planted herself in my