CHAPTER 32

ZERO.

I'm hungry for her. But I'm fvcking determined to be a gentleman.

I brought her to my home. Where I grew the fvck up. The home of Pops and I.

It was the only remaining option. It's a lot of miles away from Sante-Orian, the goddamn godforsaken town.

That night, we slept in my old room. I want her to the point of sheer madness...more than how I wanted her before and that's saying something because I wanted her a damn fvcking lot before.

Can't touch her! It's been a stressful day for her! Can't touch her!

That was the mantra I sang to myself all through the goddamn night as I watched her fall into an exhausted sleep immediately her back hit the bed.

She slept like the dead until morning. I watched her sleep all through the night.

The next day, worrying about that asshole Morris took the edge away from the hunger for her that itched my body like a goddamn obsession.

And just where the heck is that bastard?