James

I spent all night tossing and turning in my bed. It didn’t help that Amara’s scent lingered on the sheets hours after she left.

It hadn’t taken long for the regret to seep through the corners of my mind.

The hurt from my words had been there in her expression for me to say I shouldn’t have taken her out to drink wine in the gazebo, that was where everything had come tumbling down.

She had looked so fucking irresistible, and the alcohol had broken down our defenses. I ...