The night we met, she left behind a lot more than just her shoes on my bedroom floor.
She left an impression.
A lasting memory burned into my brain. It teases me… tortures me.
Months have passed since that night. I’ve tried a million and one ways to get her out of my head.
But she’s always there. Haunting me. Stealing my sinful thoughts. Fuelling my darkest desires.
I warned her to stay away. But I didn’t mean it— not really.
Before I can make her mine, I’ll have to find her. With nothing more than her red heels, it’s impossible.
Until I stumble across her in the exact same place I found her the first time… and the last place I expected her to be.
She didn’t heed my warning.
And she’s about to learn to take my threats more seriously.
I want to claim her, but she’s not mine to keep. So I’ll take what I can get, and be the one to walk away this time.
My mistake was thinking I would always know where to find her. I just hope this time I’m not too late.