Women tended to be vulnerable creatures. Some owned up to their flaws…their weaknesses. Others pretended to be much stronger than they were. They liked to believe they were safe behind the walls of where they lived. But apartments weren’t fortresses. If anyone wanted to breach the premise, he could. Easily.
Rachel belonged to that group of pretenders. She loved her independence, and I appreciated that about her.
Somehow, I had to get her to understand that freedom came with responsibility. I could only give her so much rope before she hanged herself with it, and that would be a waste.
I was dying to taste her. To love her. To fuck her. Again. But I had to be patient. Good things came to those who waited, and I’d waited a long time for Rachel.
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