DrewI take a large swig of my beer and slam the bottle back on the table, earning a few glances from people nearby."What I did was fucked up, I know. And I am so unbelievably sorry for what I did. I didn't mean to hurt you. I wasn't in my right mind, Cassandra. After what happened, the - " My eyes narrow in on my now trembling fingers. "After the shooting, all I could see was that man's face in my sleep. His girlfriend's face. I know that isn't an excuse, but I was self-medicating when I should have just been open with you."Cassandra releases a howl of laughter that rings in my ears. "Well, I am glad that you realized what you did was fucked up because let me tell you... What I saw was fucked up, too. It may not be on the same level as what you saw, but it hurt."I sigh. "I know and again, I am sorry. Could you find it in your heart to forgive me and give me another chance? We can go slow and start from the beginning when-"Cassan

Cassandra Crayvin hands me my drink and takes a seat next to me on the couch. He sits so close that my feet brush against his leg, and shamelessly, a spark of electricity runs up from my aching toes to my heart.Did I mention my heart is stupid? Seriously, it needs to stop involving itself in all things Crayvin.I raise a glass and welcome that delicious burn of whiskey on my tongue and down my throat. A faint taste of honey lingers on my lips from the honey-flavored whiskey and I close my eyes, imagining that this is how his lips would taste right now, but somehow better."Is the honey-flavored whiskey okay? That is all I had left."My eyes shoot open and I raise my glass to take another drink, praying the glass will hide my burning cheeks.I clear my throat after swallowing the liquid down, warming my insides. Though, I am not sure if the warmth is an effect of the whiskey or from Crayvin.Could very well

Crayvin Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her bosom crying out in extract for me.Hungrily, I swipe my tongue across my lips, our eyes studying one another before I drop my head and kiss her inner thigh. I plant two more kisses before reaching the dampness between her legs. I brush my tongue against her rosy bud and Cassandra lets out a loud moan and jerks up, but I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her down, keeping her in place while I work my tongue around her clit. As her arousal builds on my tongue, she tastes better than I'd hoped, and I lick my tongue to savor it."Mmm," I groan against her pussy. "So fucking sweet."Cassandra is like a breath of fresh air, reminding me of one of my favorite smells. After it rains in Arizona, the creosote bushes give off this wonderful aroma. What a rainbow is to rain, is what Cassandra is to me. As a flush of excitement leaves her, she tastes of coconut and all things sweet.I

Cassandra Our eyes lock on each other again. "Well, tell him," she says in a serious tone.My eyes widen. "What? Are you crazy? Do you not remember what happened the last time my feelings were exposed to him?"Tarra grabs the pillow from my chest. "You said he's changed. What if he feels the same and is just scared? You can't live life scared. That isn't you anymore. You're the badass police officer now. You fight crime, kick men's asses. So you can tell Crayvin how amazing your orgasm was, tell him that he gives you a cloner whenever you are with him, and then confess your undying love for him.""Always full of hope," I tease."Well, I hoped you would experience an orgasm one day, and look at how that turned out in your favor. I mean, shit, you are full on glowing." She giggles and hops off of the bed. "So tell me, was he bigger than Drew?"Biting my lip and trying not to laugh, I shush her and point to the bathroom. "T

Cassandra"If you ever want to learn how to intimidate a guy, you need to meet my patient from yesterday," Tarra says as she readies herself for work.Usually, I would be gone for work by now, but since today is Friday, I officially start the night shift this evening. Meaning, I need to force myself to change my sleep schedule to sleeping during the day. Which is harder than you think when you have a sister like mine who has horrifying stories upon stories from her days at the hospital.Curling my knees up to my chest on the couch and snuggling against the soft blanket, I avert my eyes away from the TV towards my sister. She is currently pouring her coffee into a large thermos and wearing a suggestive smile.With one brow raised in amusement, I say, "Humor me."She twists the cap on her thermos, sealing the hot liquid inside before she walks into the living room and sits on the arm of the couch."We had a lady come in because sh