*Roanne’s POV*

I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t move, my heart was being broken and torn. Aaron moved closer to the peep-hole on the door and then leaned back to me. His breath was a hot whisper against my ear, "He's gone," his voice a sinful promise as he stepped back. The world outside the door might as well have ceased to exist; Michael, the date, my tenuous grasp on self-control—all of it vanished in the wake of Aaron's magnetic pull.

"Time to have a ...