It started as an obsession. His. Mine. Ours…
It was dangerous, I knew it. But I couldn’t stay away. I tried.
I think he tried too.
Now, there’s no going back.

I was twenty-two, trying to build a life for myself in the big city. I was in over my head. I wasn’t looking for a man, and I most definitely wasn’t looking for this obsession. This possession. This love…

It only took one collision to change everything.

Now, he keeps turning up, and the last time he kissed me I thought my body might burst into flames. He’s everywhere, his deep-sea blue eyes promising things I don’t understand. I’m not sure I want to understand. He feels dangerous. I sense he is dangerous.

And I can’t stay away.