Fighting the Current (Igniting the Spark #2)

Fragment 3

Something about her hair in the streetlights looks so perfect. Maybe it’s the way the yellow glow turns her hair copper. Or maybe it’s because she’s drunk, causing her hair to swing as she walks.

The bastard pushes her against the wall, not even caring enough to take her somewhere private. Anyone could see her panties as he forces her dress over her thighs.

Click. Click. Click.

I would treat her better. Lay her gently on a soft mattress, caressing her skin as I coax the oh-so-tight fabric over her hips. She would moan my name, no one else’s.

Observe and wait for further instruction. It’s killing me. I’ve never felt this way toward a target, toward anyone. I’ll only ever feel this way about her.

Click.