Chapitre 215: You're Such A Whore

Draven parked his car in front of a bar. It has been a long time since he had a sip of alcohol or so, and he suddenly wanted it.

With his hands stuffed into the pocket of his coat, he proceeded into the bar and took a seat at the counter by himself.

He ordered a glass or two for himself, and as he drank, all he could suddenly think of was Avelina. Her hazel-soft eyes reflected in his mind, and he suddenly thought of her bright smile.

"Hmmm…I miss her," he muttered under his breath, bending his head to look at the floor. Her petite, warm frame—he suddenly felt the urge to hold her and wrap her up in his big arms. He wanted to feel her, to smell her pretty hair, to bury his face in her neck, and to indulge in her soothing scent.

He craved to lay with her like he always does—to have her so close to him, and to listen to her heartbeat race.