11. Eager

I watched her walk away, hurried, as if she were a scared rabbit. The way she grabs her bag and the way she sprints for the bathroom, makes me feel like a damn frenzied wolf, because all I want to do is chase after her, tear that door down and bring her back. Or maybe take her in the bathroom, under the running water…

As the door closes and I am left alone, I realize I am nothing but a damn horny bastard. That I have been maniacally enjoying her prey state of mind and I was taking my predator position a bit too seriously. This was not a game of chase. This was not a one and done. And this was not something that could simply end on a whim.

I push myself up from my seat and run a hand through my hair, combing it backwards, while I scan the view. The city seemed a bit more peaceful tonight and I wondered if things were going to change. Was my life going to get more peaceful now too? Were things going to take a turn for the better or was I going to have to juggle it all like I have done