#Chapter 8
Warren
Longing. That's the only word in the entire world that can describe what I felt the second I caught the glimpse of the girl who's been sneaking into my dreams for years. Like a magic spell, she has ruled my mind for almost a decade, and Even though so many seasons have passed, nothing or no one has managed to expel her from my system.
Like a drug, her traces linger in my blood, enhancing my addiction to her.
The one person I can't have in my life no matter how hard I try. Yet I burn for her brighter than any fire in the world.
Beautiful. That's how Evelyn looked when I saw her walking in the street wearing a white sleeveless top that left her smooth honey-tone arms out in the open. The thin cloth hugged her curves softly like a lover, and the slightly deep neckline exposed the birthmark a few centimeters above her cleavage. The very birthmark that has always fascinated me due to its unusual location.
