War is violent, aggressive, destructive.
The same could be said about my mind in the aftermath.
Love is affection, tenderness, and warmth.
Words that no longer reside within me.
She promised to love me forever.
I promised her the same.
But forever no longer exists, it died alongside any goodness in my soul a long time ago.
I'm broken, I'm empty and she's nothing but a painful reminder of what I've lost.
She promised to love me forever and she failed.
Jake Dean crushed any certainties I thought I had in life. He took my perfectly sculpted existence and tipped it upside down. I let him. I actually pushed him to do it, if I'm being honest, which isn't something I overly pride myself on.
Aubrey King was never supposed to be mine. I guess even now, she's not. Not really. She made me question my character, my morals. But I go back. Every. Single. Time. I'm addicted to her.
Bennett James was out of my league. Beautiful. Charismatic. Addictive. He was the type of man that women fawn over, that could have anyone his heart (or his insatiable libido) desired. He was never supposed to notice me and he sure as hell was never meant to pursue me.
Darci Walker is an enigma. Guarded but wild, if she lets you close enough, and therein lies my problem. My sweet, untamed addiction liked to play timid. That was her first lapse in judgment. Turned me to fire, kick-started a game of cat and mouse I couldn't get enough of. Me, the Big Bad Wolf. Darci, my sinfully, sexy Riding Hood.
One night led to an addiction neither one of us wanted to overcome. Two nights led to something a little… more. Whether we were ready or not, our connection solidified itself in forever. I was ready, I was willing. Now, if only I could get her to stay the night...