I’m a madman. Vile. I yank her back by the hair roughly, her back to my chest, angry at her, at myself, at her fucking virginity. So pure and innocent with those big doe eyes and long sooty lashes, seducing me with nothing. Not even a fucking word or a flirtatious smile. I’m a weak man in her presence and her presence alone. She’s gotten under my skin in a matter of eighty fucking hours. Pathetic.
