Chapter Six
He couldn't go home, of course. After the encounter he had just experienced he wanted to steer clear of her, knowing that he had both hurt and pissed her off. She was so wonderful and yet he couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth. He wanted her…had always wanted her, but couldn't ever have her. He would never feel that silky black hairs flowing through his fingers. He would never hold her curves flush against his rock hard body or pant over her as he inserted not only his penis but his soul into her being. He would never again get close enough to smell or taste the honey that mixed with the subtle female smell that she exuded. He would never be able to call her his own.
He beat his head against the wall, knowing that the wall would suffer far worse damage than his head would, but had to do something. He was never going to forgive himself for what he had done to her, even if she managed to forgive him he couldn't forgive himself. He pressed his head to the wall and panted, not knowing what to do next.