Desperate Need (Completed)

Chapter 7

I hate how the days turn into weeks and I don't get the chance to touch her.

I hate how she stands and stretches half way through a job in the workshop, exposing her stomach and there is nothing I can do about it.

I hate how when we have a few moments to ourselves something always interrupts us.

I hate how the other men in the workshop look at her when she bends over, when she stretches too far, when she lets her hair down and shakes it out to fix it back up in a bun.

I hate how she smiles and waves at me in the afternoon when she finishes her shift and I know she is going home to someone else.

I hate how unfair life can be.

And day after day my addiction screams at me to get what I need from her.

It screams at me to achieve it, to take it, to do whatever I need to do to get it.

And day after day I continue to deny it.