Deangelo.

Holy shit. I am so fucking screwed. I’d been staring at my ceiling since I woke up this morning.

I couldn't stop thinking about the yet another encounter with Elena. So many thoughts crashed through my mind. The things that we had done, the way she had stared at me in such intimate position and the things I wanted. I wanted to taste her, to see if she would be as delicious as she was in my dreams.

I started this sex thing with Anna to curb this, to stop my over the top sexual urge, It should have been enough. I was sure that if I just had...