I look across the street at the rundown apartment block, now. It’s not decrepit, falling apart, but my woman deserves to be in a far nicer place.

There it is again, the phrase that keeps returning to me.

My woman.

It’s been happening ever since I laid eyes on her picture.

All those fantasies, all those wild visions of the future, they’ve returned full force. Except, this time, the woman isn’t faceless.

The woman is Fiona, with her striking green eyes and her shy kiss-me lips, with her hair that’s begging for me to run my fingers through it.

I can’t think about her breasts, contained within a buttoned-up shirt in the photo, without almost losing it. They’re large, round, tempting, the sort of breasts that make me want to yank her shirt open and reveal them. I can’t think about how I’d fall upon her, massaging them, squeezing them together to make her nipples hard.

She’d moan as I sucked them, perhaps nervous at first, but then she’d start to get into it.

My attention jolts as the door opens loudly, swinging on the hinges, and clatters against the wall.

Fiona steps through, wincing. “It always does that.”

I’m not sure she’s talking to me at first. Her voice is quiet, and she’s staring at the ground.

My chest twinges as I lay eyes on all of her.

She’s wearing sweatpants and a hoodie with slip-on sneakers. The sweatpants couldn’t be made of sweeter fabric, the sort that hugs closely to her round and juicy thighs. They make me think of how perfect it’ll be when I sink my fingers into them, greedily rubbing and massaging, and then how sturdy she is, how perfect for childbearing.

All of it meshes together. I can barely focus, and I almost break when she looks up, nervously meeting my eye.

She walks across the street. Her hips move from side to side, but it doesn’t seem like a manipulative gesture. It’s more like her natural movements, drawing my eye relentlessly, heart pounding so hard I almost roar everything right now.

I promised myself I wouldn’t. I’d keep it casual, flirty, and surface level.

I’ve found her. I’ve finally found her.

The last thing I want to do is ruin it.

She stops a few feet short of me, crossing her arms over her middle. It causes her breasts to press together, just like in my fantasy. Coupled with the innocence on her face – my innocent princess doesn’t know how badly she’s enticing me – it almost drives me to become fully feral.

I bite down, struggling to contain it all.

“Am I in trouble?” she murmurs.

I shake my head. “No.”

“Then why….”

Her gaze flits away. It’s like she can’t stand to look at me for too long.

I wonder why.

Does she have a crush, or is she scared?

Neither is what I want, what I need. What compels me with more primal ferocity than I’ve ever felt is the idea that she could feel what I feel. She could want to spend our lives together, support each other, and protect each other.

Always, after one look, after a few texts.

What are the chances of that?

“I wanted to meet my mystery text girl,” I smirk. “And she was making it incredibly difficult.”

“Is this legal?” she asks.

“Probably not. I shouldn’t have checked your employee records. That’s against company policy.”

“But you did it anyway,” she says.

It’s difficult to read her tone. She could be mad or relieved that I made an effort to find out who she is. Instead, her eyes are fixed on the ground as though nerves are invading her.

My fingers twitch, trying to make me reach forward and move her chin, guiding her gaze to me.

“I needed to find you,” I say, even as I warn myself to slow down. “When we stopped texting, I couldn’t stop…I was curious.”

I couldn’t stop thinking about you, I was going to say, but that would mean breaking my slow rule.

“Are you angry?” I ask.

She meets my eyes again, a note of bravery fluttering into her young face. But then she looks away. “No. I guess I’m confused.”

“About?”

She shrugs, causing those juicy breasts to shift for me. Of course, she wouldn’t do that if she knew how hungrily I wanted to tame them, how with each and every movement she makes, my body is throbbing with the desire to leap at her.

“Why are you still here?” she asks. “Now you’ve seen me.”

I almost growl.

So this is what’s got her so withdrawn. She thinks I’d want her less now that I’ve seen her…now I’ve drank in the sight of her gorgeous eyes, her flushed cheeks, her perfect curvaceous body.

And more than that, her aura, just her. It’s like her scent and the way she stands and every single thing about her, all of it combining, all of it making me certain she’s the one for me. She’s going to bring my children into this world.

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