I devour her, losing myself in the lie that it will be just this one time.
One touch. One kiss. One taste.
The trail of my fingertips across her warm skin.
My name tumbling from her lips.
But I can’t have her just once.
I need her, crave her.
Somewhere between stolen kisses in parking lots and secret rendezvous in my truck…I lost her.
I was fourteen when I fell in love with August Belmore.
Eighteen the first time our lips touched.
Thirty-three when I became the bastard that broke her heart.
By the time I realize what’s been in front of me this entire time, it’s too late.
