*Declan*

I sat alone in my dimly lit apartment, cradling a glass of whiskey, my mind consumed by the thoughts of Leah Garcia. She had taken control of my mind, body and soul. There was nothing I could do about it. I had no choice but to let her fire consume me, and now I’d gotten burned.

Even though she had walked all over my heart repeatedly, if she walked through my door right now, I would be at her feet again. I took a bitter sip of my drink, trying to distract ...