*Erica's POV*
I stared at the foundation outside of my vacation house with solemn admiration. I took a long sip from my wine glass and an even longer breath of fresh air.
I felt relieved, alive, and, most importantly, I felt like I was in control of the situation again.
Hendrix's lips gently brushed over my neck as his hands began to slide down my waist. I smiled, gently grabbing his hand before it went any further down. I was already fully dressed, and I couldn't bear the thought of having to go through the entire process again.
Not that I was complaining about all the attention I was getting from Hendrix and how good his "skills" are, but there's so much I could endure.
"Have I told you how obsessed I am with you?" Hendrix whispered in my ear.
I turned to fully kiss him; that taste of wine on his tongue made me linger a bit longer to properly savor it.
"I am crazy about you too, Drix."
