August

A beautiful woman had just moved into his house.

August was sitting at his desk, doing his best to focus on his work, but his mind kept going back to Mercy. What was she doing right now? Was she okay? Was she sleeping? Was she hungry?

He was trying to focus on the reports he needed to finish looking over, but it was rough with such a huge distraction just down the road. He wanted to go see how she was doing, to see if he could get her anything, but he also knew he had a way of making her feel like her head was going to explode....