7: The Same Beautiful Mistake

Laird’s POV "What?" Fenella exclaimed in disbelief. "Why?" I asked, furrowing my brow. "Do you think I'm a cheap whore you can fuck up with at any time?" Fenella whispered lowly. I gazed at Fenella; her face flushed. Her cheekbones looked sharper than before after she had toned up. Her red, full lips tantalized me as she frowned disapprovingly at my idea of taking her back to the apartment. Hell, how could I not be tempted by her? Even her clothes, the same as last night, only reminded me of the delicious parts of her body beneath them. I missed her so much. We had been apart for seven years, and I lost contact with her. Once I found out that Fenella had decided to leave Boston and go to New York, I almost followed her to New York. If it weren't for my father opposing and threatening to make life difficult for my younger brother, still in high school, I might have been able to fuck Fenella every day now. I had to win Fenella's love back. I knew I had hurt her before, but I was certain