Chapter 12

Fabian

I couldn't stop thinking about her.

There was just something in her that was like a magnet, drawing me close every time I had to avoid her as the main conversation in my head. Every attempt was futile because I always thought of the most unique way I would unravel her with my hands as he moaned for me to wreak havoc inside of her. I wanted more than just six metres; I wanted all of her: her wits, her laughter, her eyes on mine, and her slender fingers on my chest. I didn't ask for much.

I knew trouble was coming for me when she saw me dealing with that whore called Natasha, who had been getting on my nerves since day one. It's a good thing I wouldn't need to worry about her because I had a very weird way of handling issues. Meredith didn't see that, but with time, she may be comfortable around me. The picture of her sitting close to me was visited again. There was nearly nothing that could take the image from my mind. I had imprinted the best of her into my very soul. As clingy