I sat up straight in my seat and watched. The front door opened and a small figure passed through.
The first thing I noticed was the hair on this girl.
She got a lot of it.
Thick, gorgeous black hair that would feel amazing wrapped around my fist as I pulled on it while pounding inside her.
I shifted in my seat.
Fuck, it had been a little over two years since I had gotten my dick wet. I was feeling the effect of it now, lusting after this girl, of all the girls in the world.
I set my coffee cup down and watched as she walked down the stairs. She disappeared from my view for a moment, and I didn’t know why I felt so heavy from that or how much I fucking hated not having my eyes on her.
Thirty seconds later, she appeared on the ground level, a black backpack slung across both shoulders, as she strolled to a black Camry parked nearby.
This close, I could see the bags under her eyes.
I wondered if this girl had even slept last night.
She looked tired.
And her bag seemed to be weighing her down, even if it didn’t seem to weigh all that much.
And why the fuck did I care?
I didn’t know, only that I did.
She hopped inside her car. The windows weren’t tinted, giving me a clear view of her profile. I watched as she leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes.
Fuck, but didn’t this girl have any sense of self-preservation?
Could she not feel she was being hunted by a predator?
Did she not feel danger when it was so close by?
Obviously not, or she wouldn’t be resting like this.
Actually, she didn’t look like she was resting so much, but instead, she was trying to catch her breath.
As if waking up and getting on with her day was draining her of all her energy, and she didn’t know how to get up.
My heart felt heavy at the sight of her.
I rubbed my chest, frowning.
I should not feel this way for any woman, especially the one responsible for sending me to prison for the last two years.
I should hate her.
I should want to make her life miserable, and a part of me did want that.
I wanted to ruin her life, to exact even an ounce of the pain I had felt these last two years being trapped in a cage, yet…
At the same time, I just wanted to hold her.
I wanted to take away that defeated look on her face.
And I fucking hated how contradictory I was feeling right now.