𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘
I had lost control of this conversation three questions ago. I came in here earlier wanting answers and then was ready to force them out of her. But when I barged in and caught sight of her sleeping, something stirred inside me. She looked so innocent, so vulnerable. And even though the sight of her innocence made my cock twitch, I didn't have the heart to wake her.
I couldn't help but wonder how many nights she was able to sleep so soundly, and if she had ever slept without fear. Without wondering whether she would wake up again.
So instead of demanding the answers I sought, I sent for a chair, a table, and a bottle of bourbon. I sat in that corner, watching, waiting, and wondering for what seemed like hours. Earlier I had two guns aimed at my head, and I saw a woman get shot simply because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.