Forty-eight hours. That's all it has been since the moment I first saw her across the bar at The Kent Mockery, one of my best friends, Jarrod's clubs. It has literally been a couple of days, but she's somehow managed to get me to do things I would never normally do.

I've broken rules in the last forty-eight hours that I'm convinced I've never broken until now.

I could check them off on my fingers if I wasn't too scared to realise just how much she's affecting me, the things ...