Scarlett
I didn't want her to feel bad when she found out I couldn't get hard for her.
" I have work; I just came to see you," I said, and her face dropped. I kissed her and left. I had nothing to do, so I returned to the apartment. Scarlett lay on the couch, wrapped in a blanket with a bottle of vodka on the side of the bed. From the way she was snoring, I could tell she was drunk. She was gradually unleashing herself. I adjusted her on the couch, so she doesn't fall off. I took the empty bottle and trashed it, then wore her socks so she doesn't freeze to death. I felt desire when I touched her skin and wanted to take her, but the thought that she had been with multiple men put me off, and I fought