The self-control he exerted that made him not walk into the bathroom with Dahlia when she had dodged his remarks was something he made a mental note to study when he had the time to.
She had been able to successfully acquire a huge chunk of his mind and was living rent-free in it- His heart, too.
Thoughts of her had him develop a hard-on that he'd have to dip his hands in his pants pockets to prevent from being seen.
The kiss they had shared two days ago was doing a good job lingering in his mind; it never leaves. It just displays everything in his mind's eye as in a slideshow; one event after the other.
He didn't expect that she would respond the way she did, but he had always been a daredevil. He couldn't imagine himself thinking a thing and not trying it and that was the situation he was in two days ago.
