—•TRISTAN•—
I’m about to lose my bloody mind.
I thought I could restrain myself. God knows I’ve been trying.
I thought I had more control than this. That I was stronger than this.
But as June stares up at me with those doe eyes—glassy, bewildered, and so f*****g innocent—I lose all sense of reason, and every last brick I’ve spent years carefully laying comes crashing down.
The walls of the cold, unfeeling bastard I've forced myself to become collapse in an instant, crumbling into rubble at my feet as though they were never there to begin with.
If it were up to me right now—if I allowed myself even a sliver of what I truly want—I’d crash my lips against hers and kiss the f**k out of her.
Until she’s gasping for air.
Until the only thing her pretty little head can think of is the fee
