Demanding. Aloof. There was a bad man next door. I might need help, refusing this one…
My next bad decision had a name. Dustin Warhill. Fallen from grace. He was a man’s man. Adonis body. No filter. Lustful, dark, with a gleam in his eyes that made me shiver.
I thought my new neighbor wouldn’t fit in. He didn’t belong, and every action showed the truth. Dustin was bad news and I had to stay away.
But I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I wanted to take a ride with the devil, because he looked so damn good.
He was destined to leave, so I didn’t get to close. I didn’t want to think of the future. What it would be like when he was gone.
I wanted to focus on the touch of his lips on mine. The way my body fit against his. The gasping sound as we came together at night.
This can’t work. No matter how badly I want it. Dustin is not that kind of man. And I’m not the damsel in distress. I can’t be. Not even for him.
When I let him go, will I wonder, what I had done?
Note: This is a standalone story.