Sweet Jesus. No man should look that good.
Last night when she'd bid goodbye to Alex and closed the door behind her Cat had felt her heart threatening to explode out of her chest. She'd wrapped her arms around herself and breathed heavily against the door. Cat remembered the glazed look in his eyes when she'd leaned in and intentionally promised him more with just a glance. But instead had whispered goodbye and planted a tracking bug on his coat. She felt as if she'd gotten him back for how he'd behaved all night.
Liar.
I wanted more.
Always more.
Always with him.
