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Christ, s thoseback in s Crack did to me when no one else was in the room, every look, every touch, each time he forced himself on me

Jesus Christ!

I stand under the hot spray of ht It's three in thefor work I'm an elementary teacher, well, I was until I was hurt Tomorrow is my first day back and I want to prove that I'm ready for this

Not that I like disciplining the kids when they've done so they shouldn't I' for so she can't have Trust me, she can be a real madam when she wants her oay She's just like her mother

I iine if I had a child of my own, it would turn into a brat because I wouldn't be able to say no I just hate to see kids crying I'm soft, I know My mom tells me all the time

Why a children in any way?

Because apart fro is all I ever wanted to do Showing children how s the than I ever thought it could be

I knoent down the lawyer route at first, and I still don't knohy I did that, but writing and teaching are what make me happy

Itthat'sfor horses corounds I want to teach children who corounds I want the their breaks To learn how to take care of them

I want a big ranch-style house with plenty of acres of land for my horses to run free I want stables and staff to help me care for them

It's a big, expensive dream It will costI earn in order to ood while to reachevery hour God sends to make it come true

It one, but I'll make it happen one day You'll see

There's no point going back to sleep now that I'et dressed in clean pajamas, my hair blow dried, and ave ins to chirp with an incoe just as I'm about to choose a movie

Who the hell could be texting ?

When I open it up I' if I' me at this hour?

Willow: Yes, I' on?

Hammer: I'm outside your place, I want to see you Let me in?

He's outside my house at this hour?

What the hell?

Nervously, I openHe looks frozen, but I doubt he even feels it He's a big guy, a very big , shoulder length, dark hair is blowing softly in the wind My heart pounds for this man I wish I could tell him what he means to me But that's not what he needs frorateful that he wants to be aroundaway

“How long have you been out here?” I ask as he turns to look at me with a s or not

“'Bout twenty minutes”

“Well, come inside it's cold out here” He follows me inside and into the kitchen

He looks like he hasn't slept in days He's dressed as he always is, jeans, boots, a t-shirt, and his cut All of those goddamn sexy as hell tattoos on his arms are on show God, I could lick him all over and Shut the hell up, Willow!

I hand hi not to look into his eyes I seeht whenever I look in his eyes It's painful because he will never be mine

“How are you feeling, Will? Now that Trace is gone?”

I shrug “Fine, I guess Wanna tell me why you're at my house at this hour?”

“Couldn't sleep I feel shit for tellin' Shepard about Trace when you asked rabs htly My core clenches and I have to press ether to relieve the ache a little, which, of course, it doesn't “I neverthat cunt acting like nothing happened the other day”