*Lily*

I took his hands in mine.

I felt the slightest hesitation about what I knew was coming. I wanted to believe his story about Grace and give myself to him fully, but I worried. I didn’t know him yet, and could I ever really?

Despite this, I felt a strong visceral pull, a chemical imbalance; every time he entered the room, yet in my heart of hearts, I wasn’t sure I trusted him completely, not yet. His history with Grace threw me, and my shield wall ...