This beautiful woman lying next to me, curled up against my body, is making my heart nearly beat out of my chest. I take the time to really look at her and my mouth drops open. She’s fucking beautiful. Automatically, my hand softly brushes her face, feeling her smooth, rosy cheek against my fingers. Running my index finger down her cheek to her bottom lip, I watch her lips slowly part and her breathing slightly speeds up. Images of kissing her, taking her lips in mine, come to my mind. A small whimper flows through her soft lips. Her body inches closer to me, and it feels oddly comfortable. It'll be easier for me to get out of my bed, run away, and never turn back. I could wake her up and make her leave, telling her never to come back. I need to get her out of my room before I do something I can’t take back. Trying to move away from her, she holds my hand tighter in hers. Fuck. I’m screwed. I’m used to being alone, playing with the demons filling my head and reminding me who I really am – a monster.
