Andrew had driven his car out of the event out into the open road. His sharp eyes glued to the road, occasionally, his fists clenched over the steering wheel and then unclenched them.
It had been a little over a month now since he'd met her, a woman just like every other woman in the world but she was different.
Different in the way she made him feel when he'd never felt before her.
He kept a picture of her in his room not for any other reason but because he wanted to see her.
Wanting to see her was an urge in itself he'd found bothersome, in times she couldn't be anywhere around him one glace at the photograph brought him ease.
He'd let a terrible habit into his life, him a man who used to be strictly disciplined had allowed her to become a habit.
It was okay when he told himself she was just a fascination, she wasn't greedy or ambitious so he was allowed to be fascinated with her, but did mere fascination come with the intense hunger to touch?
