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But maybe I’m just a terrible person with has poor impulse control and no e

A terrible, terrible person

I wrap my arainst the ood Though not for long because the post is carved and not too comfortable Alexander Dalforth will be the death of h!

I junoring how just thinking of hiin to pulse and o there

And that’s just fro else! Not how he has a neck that makes me feel like a vanet And don’t get ame or the way he insisted he wouldn’t—that Not until I was sure of him

Sure of what?

Sure he’s driving me crazy?

I ask you, what kind of sadist withholds the D?

Though, honestly, that’s not really a valid complaint More of an observation that I h brain cells to raise a smile, let alone raise an opinion

I shuffle over to theto distract myself I’ve an hour to kill before I need to step outside of this room for the school run

Green Blue Gold

Su with a very poor sense of ti because my ordeal continues Because Alexander, the duke who could teach theor two about oral sex as a wholetoday

Not Leaving Today

As in, he’s not getting in his car and driving to the airport He’s not going back to London as I’d thought—as I’d expected when I’d clied him to take me to bed As I’d silently promised myself this would be the last tiasainst hily As he’d crooned such words to me

How beautiful I was