Greyson

I was fucking weak.

Staring down into Cecilia’s eyes, I saw her unspoken questions about my presence last night. She wanted me to explain. I had the answer; when it came to this woman, the one way out of my league and one who shouldn’t give me the time of day, I was weak.

With each passing minute in her presence, I wanted more. She could be annoying and persistent. She asked too many questions, went on about her strength only to spend hours crying under the ...