This writing thing was harder than it seemed. Here I thought I’d take a few hours of my day, each day of the week, and before long I’d have a novel in my hands. The last few days had been a joke. I spent most of it staring at the screen. I needed a ride on my bike, and I needed Paisley’s arms wrapped around me while I rode. Thank God she’d said yes.Leaning back in the chair, I couldn’t believe how attached I’d gotten to her. I’d only known her a short time, but found I craved her. This was new for me. To be honest, I’d always been one to mess around, never getting serious—until Paisley. This girl was changing everything. Perhaps my new feelings clouding my mind were the reason I was having a hard time with the horror novel I was attempting to write. It was hard to get in the mind frame of a serial killer when all I could think about was kissing Paisley. Rubbing my hands along her lean legs until they found her center, wet only for me. I pushed back in my chair and began to pack my things up.
