Part of me knows I’m hiding out here. The worst part of me nearly wrestled free of its leash last night. Seeing her walk in wearing next to nothing was a temptation I nearly gave into. With her curves and smooth skin and wide green eyes looking back at me as if she fucking liked what she saw. The girl doesn’t know shit about me. If she did, Layla would run a mile and I’d never see another glimpse of her silky head of hair ever again. There’s a reason I’ve been stuck on this mountain for years on my own. Women I come across enjoy a fuck, an orgasm, and then they move on with their lives. They
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