Chapter 20

Ryan

Dinner had Amelia passing out almost directly—the tiny terror is snoring on the couch, collapsed with both her arms and legs akimbo. She is rather cute, but I have a feeling she would attempt to murder me in my sleep if I gave her such a compliment.

To be honest, Amelia isn't the type of woman I would go for if I were looking for a one-nightstand. Usually, I'm into tall girls with perky breasts and lush lips, while Amelia is short and kinda flatchested.

Yet Amelia makes me hornier than anyone else. Her voice is sick—breathy and a bit hoarse. Mesmeric. Thinking about how it would sound having her cry out my name into the wind keeps me up at night.

I'm so screwed.

And not only that, but Amelia comes with this natural beauty that makes her hard to forget. Without wearing an ounce of makeup, her eyes glow in this shade of emerald green that makes it seem as though she can look straight into your soul, and while she is skinny, her ass is volup