He’s fucking everything up. I’m still seething when I shower off after practice, and I have full intentions of going back to my apartment when I’m done. I need to get out of my head. It’s obvious that whatever this obsession with Zander is, it’s not good, no matter how good his body feels. He’s under my skin in a way I’ve never let anyone get before. He’s like an infection, a fever burning through me and stripping away my senses. He’s making me sick and I don’t know what to do about it. I was soft with him last night. I’d meant to bring him to my apartment and fuck him silly, but I took care
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