We Got Love, The Crazy Kind

Liam cleared the mess on the table himself. It was not his style to leave the leftover and used dished behind.

After the clearing. The dizziness worsened. Liam frowned and washed his face in the bath room.

What was wrong with him? Strained from overworking? The sickness was on the rise.

Overpowered by the wired heating dizziness, his heartbeat accelerated.

For some reason, a glance of an open door of lured him in. It was Amber’s room, organized and empty, all her little personal gadgets were gone. The wardrobe was yet to shut properly.

He opened it, only to find all the clothes he bought for her were left in good trim, brand new with the labels intact.

Liam signed. Suddenly, a little wad of fabric caught his attention.

It was a sky blue night gown, worn and faded after repeated washing. Running his fingers through this shabby dress, Liam was stung by a sense of loss.

be hers… left behind at the corner of the

skin and smelt good. Hard

smell ignited a hot drive all the way down to somewhere dark and deep in his

never lustful. Even in his prime age, except

could a sleep gown of Amber turn him

must be wrong ever

disappointment,

it! Mia must have made some funny business, probably with the wine

eyes darkening, Liam was mesmerized by the powerful urge. He could hardly stop himself

with desire, his body was screaming for a woman’s body to quench the cravings. Almost paralyzed by the need, Liam staggered towards the bath room, trying to distinguish the unwelcome lust with a

have the second one as the cold water

the doorbell somehow struck him as welcome surprise. Amber Currie! He had not seen her for three days. He hurried to open the door, forgetting about decency.