Chapter 33

• (Max)
• The only thing I did to cope with the pain of losing her was to drink, drink, and smoke like a maniac without control. As if being drunk could evade my desire to go look for her and make her mine again. Damn it. Three months without her, without her pink, delicate lips, and her precious gray eyes that made me tremble every time I locked eyes with them. My hands missed the contact with her body, with her porcelain face, and maybe, they missed sunny days.
• But what I liked the most were her huge intense eyes framed by the longest and most natural eyelashes a woman could have without makeup. I felt disoriented every time I saw her, every time I kissed her body and she shivered under my touch. Your face still lingers in my mind. Ada Gray had a beauty that now, had an explanation: a perky nose, defined cheekbones, and skin as soft as a feather.