It always happens when you least suspect it. Love. The chemistry. The pull. Even when you don’t want it to. Timing—it’s a bitch. And then you have to make a choice. Do you regret what is, or what isn’t? Because when love is involved,...
His body climbing over mine.
My teeth biting his neck.
His scent on my skin.
My nails carving a path down his back.
His commands whispered in my ear.
All of my senses filled with him.
I knew it was bad. But I craved more.
It had begun...