Chapter 63

Cassandra

For every person, there is that one dessert that has to be given up when on a diet. That one dessert that you try convincing yourself you can take one bite of and then put it away, but once the flavor hits your tongue, you're scarfing down the entire thing.

You know the one.

In my case, my dessert was always cheesecake. And in this scenario, Crayvin is my cheesecake and one taste of him just isn't enough. I keep wanting more and more. I just hope that I won't regret it if I continue to indulge in him like I would if I kept eating cheesecake while on a diet.

The outcome is never good if that happens.

After that horrendous house call and our shift ended, I drove my truck home, grabbed my clothes, then went to Crayvin's. Tarra had already left for work by the time I got there, so I texted her to let her know I would be staying at Crayvin's. In the first text back, she said okay and that she loves me. In the second she said, "If he hurts you..." Then