Tami Mason

She would be Buttercup to me. Her sunshine hair was the same hue, and her skin was as soft as the petals of the delicate flower.

King, you are so fucked.

This kiss… It was intoxicating, like the most potent drug, the strongest alcohol.

I was captivated by her lips and the way they curved as she uttered my name like it was a prayer.

Buttercup, I’m a starved man, but what I need to satisfy my hunger can’t be found in a restaurant

King, you are so fucked…

From that moment, I was his mind, body, and soul.

The walls I built over the past twenty years were slowly turning into ash, and I was powerless to stop it.

Just knowing I caused her heartbreak made me determined to stay out of her life.

You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, and I want to worship every inch of you.”