Chapter 20

CHAPTER TWENTY

The Ghost

Wyn is alone in the bed and I watch her as she sleeps. The room is swathed in darkness, but there's a little light peeking in from the curtains. Enough to cast a gentle glow on her sleeping face.

As I stare at her, I wonder how she's managed to twist me up inside. I've walked away from every other chick I've fucked and some of them were pretty damn incredible. But there's something about Wyn that keeps pulling me in, luring me back.

If I could just understand why , then maybe I could free myself of her. That's why I come here. Every time, I tell myself it'll be the last time. I'll finally get enough. This time, I'll be satisfied.

But after my visits, it's only a matter of hours before I start thinking about her again, imagining her soft skin brushing against mine, the curve of her breasts, the exact color of her nipples when she's aroused.

It's fucking torture.

I should stay away. This would be so much easier if I just stayed the fuck away from her. But I can't, and if I'm honest, it wasn't ever really an option.

Just one more taste.

But this can't continue. Shit is already getting too complicated. One of these days, I just know I'll slip up. I'll do something stupid, blinded by the frenzy of lust I feel whenever I'm around her, and she'll figure out who I am.

And if that happens, it's game over for me. I know Wyn better than she knows herself, and there's one thing I know for sure—if she ever finds out who I am, she'll rip my entire world apart…