last night was one of the few times that I almost snapped. All I could think about was throwing our one fucking rule—or, rather, our no fucking rule—out the window and taking her right where we stood. But I didn't. Instead, I just gave her a kiss on the forehead and sent myself to bed. It sucked, and I hated walking away from her, but at that moment there wasn’t another choice for me. Which would be fine except I've had a hard-on since I went to bed last night, and it's still here this morning.
