A virgin.
“Luc, what are forecasts for this quarter?” Nico asks me.
I rumble through the numbers hardly paying any attention to them.
I don’t have to. I know this shit by heart.
Days have passed since I’ve talked to her, touched her. I know it’s fucking stupid.
I’ve been here every fucking day.
Holed up in my office like a snake in its den.
Waiting.
Watching.
Trying to catch up with what’s going on inside me.
She had day shifts all this week, so it was a little easier on me. But tonight is her first night shift and I’m all coiled up, ready to strike.
A fucking virgin.
This woman has me off fucking balance.
My pillow still smells like her. I wouldn’t allow the cleaning service to wash it.
The sheets were stained with her virgin blood, and I was so fucking tempted to keep them.
But that would be sick.
Still should have kept them, my inner voice comments.
I wipe my hand over my face. Maria is haunting my every moment.
Asleep, I dream of her.
Awake, I think of her.