AFFAIRS IN A GLASS HOUSE
C.E.AIHES the glass houseglass house novelAffairthe glass wall book
He had the temerity — the nerve — to say such thing like that and then…disappear like he hadn’t just rearranged my entire thoughts?
He had implanted himself so deep into my head, I'm sure I'll think about him for the whole week.
“Fantastic,” I whispered to no one.
I got up, walking across the living room because standing still felt difficult now.
Every time I closed my eyes,I saw his face mere inch apart from mine. His jaw locked. His eyes darting. His breath hitting my mouth like he wanted to devour me, break me in the worst and best ways, but restraining himself.
Levi Slate had a thing for creating torture and making it look like discipline.