~HAZEL~

We'd done it.

Ashton had made love to me. It was slow, passionate, and so achingly tender that every touch had branded itself into my soul like a mating mark I could never wash away.

And just like I'd always feared, it completely destroyed me for life. There was no coming back from this. No one else in any part of the world could ever take his place. No other hands would ever ignite the fire he'd lit inside me after today. No other lips would ever taste like home.

How could ...