Chapter 63

• Pov Fernando.
• I've been holding back all night the urge to rip off Samantha's dress and run the tip of my tongue all over her body like a thirsty dog; I have to adjust the erection I've been wearing since I walked in the door every now and then, and my hands itch from touching it, but it's upset. Her eyes full of rage tell me so, her sober countenance, and her smile full of irony, and I understand her, I really understand all the annoyance she carries, that's why I haven't told her everything that has happened yet, because I'm sure she wouldn't let me speak and would slap me like she wants to do so much, I know, his little clenched hands tell me he wants to hit me.
• "I would do it too if I were her."