All the usual disclaimers apply: I don't own Castle, never will, and certainly have no chance of ever profiting from it.
Jones
One hit.
One high, one thrill, one time. Two weeks later, he still feels like a junkie looking to score.
She casually tosses her hair back behind her shoulder, and his fingers twitch with wanting to explore its texture. Her lips purse thoughtfully for a moment, and he fantasizes about pressing his own against them until she makes that breathy little sound that was damn near his undoing the first time.
Heroin and meth couldn't possibly be as addictive as she is, and no 12-step program in the world is going to make him stop wanting to kiss her again.