Authors: Tracey
“Tell me no, Adrian.” he growls, looking in my eyes. “Tell me no and walk away like you always do or I’m not stoppin’ this. Not this time.”
I want him but I don’t. Not really. I feel my body respond to him every time he touches me but I’m not there. I’m not in it, not in my heart or my head. But I want something, I want someone, and it’s like the Cotton Clubs. It’s like Cicero and New York. I want what I want and I have what I have and maybe it’s time I played the cards I’m being dealt instead of reaching for the deck trying to steal all the aces.
“Don’t stop.” I whisper.