CARAThe silence in the room is thick. Very thick. Almost palpable.Dane rubs his hand down his face, clearly frustrated with me.I do not bloody care.“Damn Cara,” he groans into his palm, “you just don't know when to let things go—”“No I don't!” I yell, finally fed up with him and his evasive lies. “When it comes to you, I start to think and behave like a total freak! I lose all my control! My sanity! Everything! You really know how to scare the shit out of me, and I hate it! I hate how I could not stop myself from crashing apart when I stumbled in here and saw you lying on this bloody, miserable floor! I hate you! I fucking hate you! I hate how you still make me feel so attached and so hooked up on you like some fucking parasite!”“Cara—”“Fuck you!” I know I am just rambling, but I can't seem to stop. “Fuck you Dane! because I can't believe that you just had the nerve to wave me off so casually like nothing happened in here. Am I some kind of joke to you!?“Cara you are taking t

CARAA soft, sleepy groan near my ear wakes me up.I yawn, my hand covering my mouth as my eyes peel open next. Dane's sleeping face comes into view…..And I feel like my entire lungs just stopped functioning.He is lying on his side, facing me, eyes closed, his long eyelashes nestled on top of his cheeks as he continues sleeping soundly. Peacefully.Like nothing chaotic ever happened to him last night.This sight of him feels surreal and so beautiful that it causes my body to relax more into the bed.Suddenly, I am glad that I stayed back. That I didn't leave him here all alone after what happened.I continue watching him, unable to take my eyes off him. My face tingles every time he exhales, his hot breaths fanning all over my eyes and cheeks. My fingers holding onto the pillow underneath my head digs deeper into the soft foam as I try to control my own breathing.My heart is beating so fast just by staring at him like this, with the gentle rise and fall of his shoulder as he breath

DANECara is my addiction.Right now, my mind is completely consumed only with thoughts of her, her lips, and the intoxicating sensation of how fucking good and perfect her soft ass feels in my hand….I give it a soft squeeze before moving up to explore her back. My tongue slides against the plump of her lips, coaxing and seeking permission into her mouth.She moans, her lips parting to grant me the access I’m craving into her mouth, and I grab the opportunity and slide my tongue in.This is….I can't even form the words now.She tastes warm and wet and perfect. Like sunrise and bliss and freedom. She is everything I know I should not crave for, but I still can't stop myself from wanting more.Despite needing to stop, especially considering this high temperature of intoxication between us, I grip her hips and pull her closer to my body as I move to relax back on the headboard.She follows me, her hips moving with me, our mouths still exploring each other. Her thighs straddle my sides as