4. Storm
Wow.
I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who has swept me off my feet completely like she has. I don’t even know what it is, either. Maybe it’s her big blue eyes. Or the innocence she blooms, when I knew for damn certain she’s no innocent little kitten.
Sleeping with women is like a walk in the park for me, but sleeping with Auden is something from another lifetime. I’ve bonded with her, our souls intertwined, and all we did was have sex. The best damn sex of my life. And holy fuck does she taste amazing. Forbidden honey.
I clean myself with a towel, looking at myself in the mirror and I’m smiling. I can’t remember the last time I smiled alone.
I eye the pills and tequila, my moment of weakness laughing at me as I stand there in my birthday suit with the taste of Auden still on my tongue.
But she’s just like the others, isn’t she? She left when she got what she wanted out of me. A fuck and a place to sleep for the night. Yet after I sleep with women, I don’t have this yearning, this urge—a craving for more.
And with Auden, I want so much more.
I give the pills and the tequila one more glance before I jump into my boxers and head out the door. I will not leave that angel alone tonight. I’m far from finished with her.
My phone chimes right as I grab my keys and stuff my feet into my combat boots. I snag it, seeing a text from an unknown number, probably her father. Great, her excuse to come back with me.
I stumble down the stairs and head for the backdoor, the rain still pouring down, but not as manic as it was before. She’s walking in this, alone in the darkness to get away from me.
Why would she do that? All I wanted from the moment she walked into the bar was to steal her time. To get to know her. What she likes, what she doesn’t like. How she has her coffee—black, she takes her coffee black.
She danced with me to my favorite song. I didn’t think she’d want to do it, but when her eyes met mine, I knew we were meant to meet for a reason. If only for tonight, there’s a reason I met her. A reason I’m realizing is putting my plans for the night on the back burner.
She’s my angel.
Even though she walked out on me like every other woman does. There’s something else I can’t quite explain. And the fact that I’m running to my Jeep in the pouring rain to chase after someone I don’t know, proves that she’s so much more interesting than she lets on.
And I’m about to find out just how much more interesting this night can get.