I knew I wanted to have her, forever, the moment she walked out of Lola’s spare room. I knew I wanted to flood her innocent young body with my seed and put those perfect childbearing hips to use.
Kiss her, hold her, love her.
How can I expect her to want that too?
Shaking my head, I tell myself I’m being foolish.
Nobody will ever know how I feel.
Maybe one day, I’ll be able to let her go.
I clench my fists even harder, my knuckles turning white. I’m sure I hear the wood of the table whine under the strain.
That’s a lie. It could never happen.
I’ll never be able to let Faye go.