Chapter 18 Her Taste

• [Allister’s POV]
• When Vance and I return home, we go our separate ways, but I can’t seem to calm down. I didn’t know what the hell it was about that woman that caused her scent, her taste, and even how fucking good she felt to stay with me, but as I lounge in my room drinking a cup of wine before turning in, all I can think about is her.
• “Fuck,” I hiss, slamming my glass down and getting up. “What the hell is this?”