I'd avoided coming to town on her shift. But tonight, I bit the bullet. I wasn't hiding from her. She was in the bar and serving customers. My heart lurched. So goddamn pretty, I wanna eat her. I swore she got more beautiful every time I saw her. She was all pink lips, huge eyes and eyelashes to die for. She looked a little pale and drawn, but other than that, she was her usual much too beautiful self. She scowled at me, then deliberately blanked me from her field of vision. Kicker went for the drinks and I slid into a booth opposite Pete. I sat with my back to her so I didn't pine after that far too beautiful face, those sweet lips and those soft and slender curves. I had a hard on whenever she entered my thoughts. I couldn't shake her loose no matter what I tried. Her voice was like a song echoing in my head. It kept playing and playing. The passing of a week had changed my feelings a little. Or maybe a helluva lot. Despite it all, I still wanted her. With a strength of feeling that shocked the fuck out of me.
