Only for the Week (The Forever Falling Series)

by Natasha Bishop

Janelle is the epitome of beauty. From her gentle eyes to her full lips against her umber skin down to her curvaceous body that has haunted my every dream since the day I met her.

The minute my lips touch her glass, her eyes blaze and her breath escapes in a sharp hiss.

AHH THIS TENSION !!!

“What’s your favorite drink?” I take a moment to study her, gliding my gaze down her form, lingering a second too long on those God damn waist beads, and then back to her face. “I haven’t had it yet.”

JAW DROPPED.

“You have this energy about you that puts people on high alert. When you walk in a room, everyone knows they’re in the presence of greatness and for some, that can be overwhelming.” “Does it overwhelm you?” she asks, tilting her head farther. “Not at all. I’m just happy to exist in your orbit.”

She could give me literal crumbs and I would devour them like they were my last meal simply because it’s her.

My ovaries keep trying to speak up as if I want to hear anything they have to say. Pipe the fuck down.

“You don’t think I can read?” “I mean, hey, I wasn’t there with you in school. I don’t know what you know and don’t know.”

Janelle is a work of art, and she deserves to be appreciated, studied for hours on end. She has the face of an angel and the body of a vixen. I appreciate every curve, dip, and dimple on her.