In Too Deep

Chapter 28

I was sick. I had to be. Or dying. Hopefully dying. I’d turned down a threesome. A fucking threesome.

I throw my fist into the punching bag, slamming the bag away from me, letting a growl rip through my chest.

How can one small, argumentative girl be getting to me so much? It’s infuriating. Annoying. Sexy. Frustrating as hell. I’m fucked. Actually, that was the problem. I wasn’t. I couldn’t concentrate on other girls until I had Taylor. She was like a drug to me. I’d had one small taste and it was nowhere near enough. I was torn in between breaking all my rules about not messing around with younger girls and pursuing her whole-heartedly until she said yes. To me. To everything I wanted.

But as I’d spent more time with her, become friends with her, confided in her about my mom, I knew I couldn’t use her like that. Which made this all the more maddening. There was no way out.

I couldn’t go on acting like a pussy-whipped fool. I had to get her out of system. And I knew of only one way to do that.

My tension faded almost instantly having made that decision. Good. It was settled. I would have Taylor. Soon. Or I’d go crazy.