It seemed like Kaya was always on my mind. First thing in the morning… Last thing at night… Hell, I even dreamed of her. I could list plenty of reasons not to get involved with Kaya, but my mind kept rationalizing reasons to be with her. For once, I stopped arguing with myself and gave in.
Closing the cabinet door, I leaned against the counter and drank her in like a cold glass of water. Just like a thirsty man craving that liquid, I wanted to taste Kaya’s lips again.
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