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Or the time she decided to clean the whole apartment
only wearing a shirt and panties that barely covered her
pink pussy and ass. Oh, and no bra. Her nipples had been
poking through the thin layer of her shirt all damn day. I
almost busted a nut in my sweatpants.
Lila was well-skilled in the art of torture, and fuck me, I
lived for every bit of it.
Loved her teasing smirk… and her gentle smile.
Loved her clawing at my back like a tigress when I
fucked her… loved her soft lips on my chest and her sweet
caress.
Loved her intelligent brain… loved her dangerous mind.
Her strong will, her unbroken determination. Like two
weeks ago…
Lila Garcia was absolutely terrified of cars and driving.
But my girl? My fucking girl got her own license. It was a
way of getting over her fear, she said.
She did it. I remembered rather fondly. With a confident
smile, a fierce attitude and a slight sway of her hips as she
had walked over to me and announced she passed her
driving test.
Lila was my good days. and the reason my cold heart
wasn’t so cold anymore. She was my better half, the perfect
combination of angel and she-devil. A mess of gorgeous
chaos and beautiful brown eyes, black hair and red lips.
Maybe God – if there really was one, created her just for
me. My soulmate. My missing piece…
Oh damn, she was turning me into a cheesy romantic
and trashy poet.
But fuck me, I was so goddamn weak at the knees for
her.
For her… I’d risk it all.
I walked into our apartment and found all the lights off.
“Lila?” I called out.
Taking off my shoes at the door, I left my shoulder bag
there and walked farther into the apartment. Our bedroom