[Storme’s POV]
“Stay with me. I - I want us . . . to be friends again. Let’s start over.”
Summer gripping my hands tightly. Her palms are shaking, sweaty.
“Are you okay, Princess,” I asked, worried.
“Mm-hmm,” she silently replied.
“I’ll be sleeping in the coach. Holler if you need anything. Okay?”
“No! Stay with me,” she begged, looking at me. Her eyes misted with tears.” Sleep with me tonight.”
“But, we can’t—,” she took me by surprise when she pulled me down over to her side.
This woman is so skinny but oh! Good Lord! She’s strong as a beast! My body landed on top of her. Our lips almost touched. Heat coursed into my veins. Every inch of me craved for her. The smell of her breath gave me dizzy spells. It’s intoxicating. I wanted to move my body away, but I couldn't. I felt frozen
