19~ Getting Drunk

DENVER P.O.V

I sat on my favorite couch, staring outside the window. The silence that came with the cold weather complimented the moment, and it was just the exact thing I needed.

Her image lingered in my mind, her essence still dancing in the air like a haunting melody. The intoxicating smell of her scent had woven itself into the fabric of my thoughts, creating an undeniable tension that has been in me for days.

I wrestled with the primal urge that surged within me, the desire that had been building up, threatening to overflow. The urgent need to have her, to claim her, had been a constant battle, and I found myself on the edge of surrender.

Yet, I hesitated, holding back the tempest that raged within me. I don't want her to realize I had felt it too. I don't know if she does feel the bond, but that's something I want to care less about.

The doctor's report pulled me to weakness, reminding me how fragile and weak she is. And if I have to make any move on her, it's only going to cau