Page 139 of Finding Storm

How have I not noticed them there until now?

They’ve been there since the night I tore them off her body.

The day I got my car back, and I took her for a drive and parked.

The first time I made her come. The first time I felt her. Tasted her.

God, I miss her.

I lift the torn panties to my nose and inhale. Her scent is all over them. Memories flash through my mind.

Sliding into her for the first time. How she felt around my bare cock. Feeling her come around my dick. Squeezing me so tight.

Her soft skin.

Kissing her.

Laughing with her.

My chest aches with missing her.

Fucking hell.

I’ve officially hit my lowest. I’m in my car, sniffing her panties.

Even still, I’m not parting with them. I stuff them in my pocket. Leave my car and head to the elevator.

I let myself in my apartment, kick off my boots, and slump down on my sofa.

Getting my cell out of my pocket, I unlock the screen, open Photos, and stare at the one picture I have of Stevie.

I took it one day when she was lying on my bed. Hair fanned out on the pillow. That gorgeous smile on her face. She was wearing one of my T-shirts. She was also giving me shit about something—I forget what now. But I know I was laughing, like I always did when I was with her.

I thought she looked so fucking beautiful in that moment, so I grabbed my cell and snapped a picture of her.

I’m still staring at the photo thirty minutes later when there’s a knock on my door.

There are only a handful of people it could be, who are on my authorized list. Everyone else has to be announced.

I click off the picture, pocket my cell, get up from the sofa, drag my ass across the room, and open the door.

Raze, Cash, and Levi are standing here, holding a couple of six-packs and some pizza boxes.

“Didn’t I just get rid of you fuckers an hour ago?”

Not that I’m unhappy to see them. But I was looking forward to lying around on my sofa all night, torturing myself with that picture of Stevie, while listening to eighties music.

And, apparently, I’ve turned into a teenage girl.

“Yeah, and we fucking love you too.” Grinning, Cash blows me a kiss as he walks past me into my apartment.

Raze and Levi follow him. I shut the door behind them and follow them into the living room.

Pizzas and beer are dumped on my coffee table. Raze grabs the remote and turns the TV on. I sit down on the sofa, and Levi tosses me a bottle of beer.

“Cheers, man.” I pop the cap and take a drink.

“So, what the fuck is going on with you?” Cash asks me, getting straight to the point, like always.