Stephanie Witter

You're very different from the man I pictured you to be."I smirk at her, amused. What, so she didn't think I'd be a fucker with a drinking problem who is obviously very much into casual sex and reckless driving on a classic bike? I arch an eyebrow at her and run a hand along my square jaw. "I hope you find me sexier.

What happened tonight won't change a thing.""You're mistaken, Lila. Everything started changing the moment we met.

I'm going to own your body, Lila, because you f*cking own mine.

I'm not going to toy with you tonight. A kiss was more than I bargained for, but, little wife, that f*cking kiss is just the beginning. Tomorrow is a brand new day.

Sex or sleep? What will it be, Lila?

My mouth dropped open, because even if it wasn't my best friend, I knew the guy who was presently rubbing the short stubble on his chin. The only new thing about him was the little scar on his left eyebrow. It was Gabriel Green, known to me as Gabe the douche bag. Great!

Art was my little private pleasure. Nobody had seen my art, not even my parents. Andy didn't know about it. My dream was to become a publisher, not an artist lost in New York.

He nibbled on my lower lip again and pulled away, his breathing loud and labored. I opened my eyes and met two blue orbs so dark with desire that it almost made me lose all train of thought and strip naked. His lips were red and a little swollen from our kiss. And I'd be damned if I didn't want to nibble on his lower lip, too.

He tilted my head up with his index finger. Tingles spread on my skin. "Pain, obstacles, betrayal and all shitty things that happen in life shape everyone, just as much as good things do. Don't regret anything if in the end you can say you're an amazing woman.

Wow, Skye._ He kneels in front of me, ready to put one of his huge, strong hands on my knees. I recoil suddenly before I catch myself. Someone normal doesn__ react like that at the mere possibility of an innocent touch. __kay, I__ going to sit on your friend__ bed._ He does just that, his eyes locked with mine. I have the sense I__ trapped and I don__ like it. I don__ want to ever feel like that again. __ou should go,_ I say, my voice wavering and barely above a whisper.He takes a sip of his coffee absentmindedly, his eyes never leaving my face. I don__ drink mine. I don__ even feel the mug between my hands. I feel nothing besides the hammering of my heart in my chest. I__ having difficulty breathing, and my forehead and neck are sweaty under my hair.__an I say something before I go?_ he asks me in a voice calmer than he must feel if I take into account his clenched fist and the shaking of his hand holding the mug of coffee. I just nod, not sure I__ able to mutter a word through the lump in my throat. ____ not the enemy. I__ not the kind of guy who would try to hurt you more when I know you__e already hurting, but I__ someone willing to hear you and understand you. I want to be able to help.

If you were ready to sleep with me we wouldn't be in this bar, but in my room not wasting any more time.

I__ the guy who knows how you can hurt so much that your insides feel like they__e cut and bleeding.