I sit with my elbows braced on my knees, my fingers laced together in fists in front of my mouth…while staring at my sleeping weakness.If I had to tell you today was a mistake, would you believe me? If I had to take it all back and let her walk away from me instead of pulling her back…would I? Could I honestly be the better man and swallow my pride, allowing her to reject me and move on?I should, but I am not the better man.She pushed, but I pushed back harder; she pulled and my self-restraint snapped. Now she’s engraved on my skin, embedded in my scent, and I refuse to let her go. Not when I’ve had a taste of what could be mine. No, let me rephrase that; what IS mine. I have never been possessive of anything and I am not the jealous type, but when I caught the scent of her heat and knew other males could as well… let's just say I understand why my father went complete caveman when he met my mother.Once again, I drink her in; the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, her t
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