Hey lovelies, 

As some of you know, I’ve been sick for the last two weeks. With a flu and then…I had to be rushed to the ER because of mercury poisoning. If you know anything about this, it can be very toxic. It’s been a horrendous experience as I sit in the hospital for two days. Unfortunately because of this little bump on the road, I have no choice but to push the release date for I DARE YOU by a week.

It’s not much, but those few extra days will give me a chance to work my best on the book. This way, I’m putting something out that I am happy with. I will NEVER rush a book and I’m not comfortable with putting out I DARE YOU right now. I want it to be the best for you, and for Lila and Maddox.

You’ve be so supportive and I’m so glad to have you on this journey. Maddox is coming SOON and he’s coming to you at his BEST. I can’t wait for you to read the conclusion of this love story! I know this can be very disappointing but it’s only A WEEK! 🙂

But for now… here’s a little something… Keep scrolling for TWO CHAPTERS REVEAL! (Unedited and subject to change prior to publication)

PROLOGUE

Maddox

I fucked up.

I knew I’d eventually mess up, I knew I’d end up destroying the one good thing in my entire life. Lila.

Because that was the only thing I was capable of.

Destroying lives.

Ruining her.

Wrecking us.

I tried to protect her, since the day I made that stupid goddamn pinky swear for the first time. Ruthless in my endeavor to make sure she was always happy, always taken care of by eliminating anything that would cause her pain…but I forgot to protect her from myself.

My lungs seized in my chest and my throat closed. A choked sound came from my throat as I held my head in my hands, feeling the burn in the back of my eyes.

“You’re the best unplanned thing that has ever happened to me, Maddox. And I can’t lose you. But you’re doing everything to push… me away from you,” she whispered, her sweet voice breaking at the end. “You’ve been telling lies, keeping secrets from me. Since when have you started lying to me, Maddox?”

My head snapped up at her words. I didn’t have an answer. I fucking wished I did.

Lies, no matter how big or small, was the quickest way to ruin something beautiful – us.

Lies and secrets…

Everything I’d ever done, every decision I made was to protect Lila.

But no band-aids would ever be enough to stop the open, festering wounds I’ve left behind.

“I’m sorry,” I choked.

The torment on her face decimated me. “Is that all you have to say?”

My vision blurred – fuck – I had to remind myself not to lose my shit. “I’m sorry.”

A lone tear slid down her cheek. “They said you were trouble. I didn’t listen. I took a chance on you. And now I regret it.”

“Don’t leave me.” My hoarse voice cracked. “Please.”

Lila took a step back. My wounded heart lurched and bile crawled up the back of my throat, bitter and acidic.

“Lila,” I breathed her name. “Please.”

She slowly shook my head, another silent tear leaving a wet trail on her cheek. “Maddox.” She looked pained and her lips wobbled. “You broke your promises.”

And now she was breaking hers.

Her feet took her another step back.

“No,” I pleaded. “Lila, no.”

My voice caught in my throat as she turned and walked away, taking my bleeding heart in the palm of her hand and leaving me… empty.

I sunk to my knees, unable to stop myself, choking on the heavy taste of bitterness on my tongue. This couldn’t be the end… it couldn’t.

The door closed, even as I called out her name. Pathetically. Because for her… I was a fucking weak man.

Love made you weak.

Love destroyed lives.

Love ruined us.

She left.

My Lila left as the pain piercing through my chest became unbearable.

All my truths, all my lies collided together – my future with Lila now cracked open, bleeding and sending the broken fissures all over as I knelt in the wreckage of it all.

Once again…alone.

Once again… lost.

She lied too.

She broke her promises too.

You won’t lose me, ever.

Pinky promise?

Pinky promise.

CHAPTER ONE

Maddox

Four months earlier

I couldn’t remember the exact moment I realized what felt for Lila was more than friendship.

Maybe it was the moment – the first time when Lila wrapped her little pinky around mine outside of her grandparents’ grocery store.

Or maybe it was the time I woke up from a nightmare and found her sleeping beside me, the night she took care of me, pulled me out of the freezing tub and didn’t leave my drunk ass behind – the same night I realized how it felt like not to be alone.

It could have been any time from the first moment I laid eyes on her, any moment we’ve had in between, until our last moment together – when I saw her with Lucien and I knew I was about to lose her forever.

I never could quite understand my own feelings. Lila wasn’t a monochrome in my black and white world, she was a kaleidoscope of colors. She had made my life less dull.

I didn’t know if I could call it love then.

Or if it was love now…

What is love?

When I was seventeen years old, Lila sashayed into my life with all the fierceness of a dragon, sassy and stubborn. Like a Rate-R Snow White, with ass that should have been illegal and mouth that tempted me to shove my dick down her throat.

At twenty years old, I realized that when we first met, Lila and I were two teenagers who were too young to understand what love was until we’d fallen too deeply into it.

“Just friend” was an easy way out than accepting our growing feelings for each other.

It was around three in the morning when Lila fell asleep in my arms, breathless, sore and exhausted. She curled into me, pressing her soft, naked body against mine.

I watched her sleep, her pouty lips, her soft sighs and quiet snores.

Everyone has an addiction, mine just happened to be Lila Garcia.

My best friend

The same best friend I fucked last night.

There was no going back now; the line had been crossed and now that I’ve had a taste of her, there was no way I was letting her go.

Lila was my favorite type of drug and she was so goddamn addictive.

Her smell, her smiles, her laughter.

The way she moved, the way her face lit up whenever she talked about something that made her happy.

I breathed her.

Once I had tasted her tears, Lila was now deep under my skin, digging deeper under my flesh, mixed with my blood, and pumping through my veins.

There was nothing calm and easy about what I felt for her.

My feelings for Lila were maddening. Like a storm that opens up the sky, violent and raging… all-consuming.

I couldn’t let her go, not after tonight.

I’d never forget the sound of her moans, her little whimpers as she begged me to fuck her harder, the sight of her pink pussy, glistening with need – for me. I’d never forget how she felt in my arms, naked and without any restraint.

No, I couldn’t let her go.

Not now. Not today, not tomorrow.

Wrapping my arm around her hips, I pulled Lila closer. Her scent was all around me, on my skin, on my hair… on my lips…

I could still taste her on my tongue.

If I knew Lila as well as I’d like to think I did, then…

Tomorrow morning, she’d wake up and try to escape. We might have been a bit drunk last night, but we both knew damn well what we were doing and the consequences of it. She was going to overthink this and try to put more distance between us.

Too bad.

Too. Fucking. Bad.

She was mine now.

***

I woke up to Lila leaving the bed. I peeked up at her through hooded eyes, half-asleep, watching her as she silently freaked out.

I waited – hoping she’d climb back in bed.

No longer drunk, I could think with a clearer mind.

Would she leave…?

Or would she stay…?

Face me, Lila. Face what we’ve done and don’t. fucking. leave. me.

She stumbled toward our discarded clothes and pulled on her robe. Lila sniffled, casting me a quick glance but she didn’t notice that I was awake… watching her walk away from me.

I waited for her to change her mind, waiting for her to stay.

Make me your first choice.

When she reached the door, I sprang off the bed, my fists clenching.

Fuck that. Fuck no.

Enraged and disappointed at her choice, I stalked forward and slammed her door shut. My heart thumped in my chest. Lila gasped as I gripped her arm and shoved her away from the door, caging her between the wall and my naked body.

She was a goddamn coward.

Lila pushed at my chest, her eyes wide.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked, my voice harsher than I intended. My jaw tightened as I snarled through gritted teeth. “Back to Lucien, so you can fuck him, too? Was last night not enough?”

I knew I wasn’t being fair but I hadn’t expected that, although it was there… the intense need to claim her.

She slammed her tiny fists into his chest, trying to push me back but quite unsuccessful in her poor attempts. I crowded into her space with a low growl, kicking her legs apart and pushed my knee between her thighs, holding my Lila captive.

Maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through my veins, but I was so fucking angry. At her. At myself.

For wanting her to stay.

I… couldn’t… think… straight.

When Lila tried to push me away again, my palm slid up her throat. Her eyes widened as she stopped struggling, her lips parting with a silent gasp and my hold tightened on her neck.

She came to me last night, that would mean…she wanted me as much I needed her.

My gaze lowered to her pouty lips, begging to be kissed. My hand moved up, cupping her jaw. Slightly unhinged, with a fierce need to push her past her carefully set boundaries, I stepped over the line. “Is your sweet cunt that greedy, Lila?”

Yeah, I was an asshole.

But she was a coward for running away.

“Let go of me! What is wrong with you?!” she spat, raising her hand as if to slap me.

Finally, a reaction I was waiting for.

Before she could hit me, I clasped her wrist and jerked her hand down, pressing her palm over my chest. Feel me.

She hiccupped a soft breath and I swore I could hear her heart pounding, just as hard as mine. Thud, thud, thud.

There was a moment, where time stopped, the world came to a halt before I slammed my lips over hers.

Feel me.

The moment our lips met, the world fell into a spinning silence.

Before we crash-landed. Gasping, kissing… fighting a silent war.

Lila groaned into our kiss and opened her mouth for me. I wanted to possess her – her heart, her body… her mind. Fuck, I must have completely lost it.

There was nothing sweet or gentle about this kiss.

I punished her with my teeth and my tongue, still mad that she even considered leaving me behind.

Walking… away… from… me.

My fingers gripped her nape and she let me brutalized her mouth, whimpering but not pulling away. My lips grazed her lower lips, feeling it swell and the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I must have cut her… or she bit me hard enough to draw blood. I didn’t know. I didn’t fucking know where I started and she begun.

Her nails dug into the skin over my heart and I hissed against her bruised lips. I pulled away, only slightly. Lila’s chest heaved with every labored breath she took. Her lips were swollen and red, ravished. Beautiful. Mine.

My breath lingered over her lips, before I pressed my mouth against her again.

Feel me.

Everything about this kiss was… sweet and tender.

I kissed her as if it was our first kiss – how I should have kissed her the first time – when we were seventeen years old. When we had been too young and too stupid.

Lila melted in my embrace, her arms curling around my shoulders.

“I dare you to kiss me,” I rasped between our kisses, throwing her own words back at her. She dared me last night, it was my turn now.

“I dare you to stay.” My lips touched hers again. Feel me.

My heart thudded in my chest. Lila trembled in my arms but it wasn’t from the cold. She dug her fingers harder into the curve of my shoulders.

“I dare you to give us a chance,” I said, looking into her dark, muddled eyes. “I dare you, Lila.”

When I claimed her lips again, I didn’t let go.

I knew Lila was going to fight me on this, but I just had to find a way to convince her to stay.

I wanted her to need me, the same way I needed her.

The perks of being Lila’s best friends for almost four years…

I knew how to break through her walls, tear apart the carefully put together pieces of her heart.

And break her I would – so I could put her back together and make her fall for me.

There was no other option.

CHAPTER TWO

Lila

We were going to break each other.

I couldn’t find myself to regret last night because it was every bit beautiful and wild as I had dreamed it to be. But I was already feeling regret for what was about to come. Heartbreak – that was the only ending.

I wanted him.

Maddox wanted me.

It should had been easy.

But…

What about after?

This – Paris – was our safe cocoon, but what about after…once when we’d go back to the real world?

A groan escaped me and my head fell into my hands, feeling helpless and so… confused. Maddox was simply maddening and so goddamn stubborn.

“Breakfast doesn’t suit you?”

My head snapped up and my gaze found his. My mouth went dry and my throat closed as I gaped at him.

Maddox leaned against the door that led to the balcony, where I was currently sitting. He crossed his ankles and his lips twitched with a grin. He was barefoot and freshly showered, his hair still wet and droplets of water lingered over his bare chest and thick arms, as if he hadn’t bothered to dry himself.

His jeans hung loosely around his hips, half-way zipped, unbuttoned and unbuckled. My eyes lingered over his wide chest far longer than I intended, his nipple piercing catching my attention. The silver barbell was enticing as I remembered the feel of it on my tongue last night, my teeth grazing his nipple and the tip of my tongue flickering over his piercing.

I flushed at the reminder. My gaze lowered to his hard-cut abs and the perfect trail of hair, a shade lighter than the hair on his head, leading from his navel to his…

Oh shit, he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

My head snapped up but it was too late. Maddox had caught me checking him out and he was now giving me a dirty smirk. There was a mischievous glint in his blue eyes as he walked into the sunlight and onto the balcony of our – his – hotel room. One of the finest hotels in Paris, our Master suit had its own balcony, with a little breakfast area – an outdoor sofa and coffee table. It gave us the perfect view of the Eiffel tower. One could easily eat a French baguette while admiring France’s famous landmark.

Maddox stopped next to the coffee table and nodded toward the tray. “You haven’t eaten yet. Not hungry?”

As if I could eat in this situation.

He perched himself onto the coffee table, sitting directly in front of me and practically crowding into my personal space. Maddox reached for a chocolate croissant and brought it to my mouth, silently waiting, silently demanding. My lips parted and I took a small bite.

He nodded in approval. “Good girl.”

I chewed, the taste of rich chocolate on my tongue. Sweet and oh, so good. This was probably the best croissant I ever had. No surprises there, it was a Parisian specialty.

“I thought you’d build an appetite after last night’s…” Maddox trailed off and took a bite of the croissant. “… vigorous fucking,” he finished, still chewing.

I almost choked on my saliva as my face heated up. “Maddox!”

“Okay, my bad. I meant, vigorous love-making. Is that better?”

Once again, we were back to him taunting me. “No,” I hissed.

He shrugged. “It is what it is. We fucked last night. Get over it, Lila. It’s not as dramatic as you’re making it to be.”

“Everything is just so easy for you, isn’t it, Maddox?” I said, sitting up straight. “Sleep with a girl tonight, find a new conquest tomorrow. This is what you do, isn’t it? Fuck and move on to the next available pussy.”

His eyes darkened and he leaned forward, bringing his face closer to mine. His breath fanned over my lips. “Who said I was moving on…? You’re still here; I haven’t kicked you out yet.”

My heart thudded heard against my rib-cage but I still glowered. “Do you have to be such an asshole? We,” I angrily motioned between us. “are best friends. What happened last night can’t happen again. It was a moment of weakness…for both of us.”

Maddox seemed unfazed at my outburst as he brought the rest of the croissant to my mouth. I pressed my lips together, refusing to give him the satisfaction of feeding me and effectively shutting me up.

His lips twitched in amusement. “Open your mouth, Lila. Or I will force feed it to you. Don’t tempt me.”

I gritted my teeth, the urge to punch him strong. Yes, I was stubborn but he was acting like his usual asshole-self right now and I didn’t like it one bit.

Warm breeze hit my bare chest and I gasped, looking down. Maddox had pulled my white robe apart, untying the belt from around my waist without me even realizing.

Sneaky bastard. Why was I even surprised?

His hand snaked upward and inside my robe before I could even think. Mischief flashed in his blue eyes as he cupped my breast, lazily brushing his thumb over my hard nipple. Heat flushed through me as my stomach fluttered and my heart raced.

“Eat,” he demanded, rolling my painfully tight nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Maddox waited; his attitude aggravating and his grin – so freaking annoying.

I opened my mouth and took a big bite, shoving the rest of the croissant into my mouth and biting on the same fingers that were feeding me. He hissed and pulled his hand away from my lips… and teeth.

I raised an eyebrow, cocking my head to the side. Two can play a game, Maddox.

He pinched my nipple, hard. A squeak left my lips and he smirked.

“We can’t be friends after I fucked you like I did last night,” Maddox said, ever so crudely. I tensed, my lungs clenching at his words.

Don’t do this, Maddox. Don’t…please.

“If you think we can go back to being just friends, then Lila, you’re more delusional than I thought.”

I opened my mouth to snap at him but he was already pushing me back against the seat. “Maddox, what–”

He loomed over me, our chests touching and his hands landed on either side of my head. Maddox caged me against his body. “Give us one week,” he rumbled. His face was the most serious I had ever seen, his expression hard and sure. “Our time in Paris, seven days.”

One week…

With Maddox? Not as his friend but as his lover?

A fling? An affair…?

My eyes widened and I was already shaking my head. My heart wouldn’t survive a one-week affair. Maddox would wreck me and I’d leave my bleeding heart in Paris.

His thumb brushed against my throat, over my throbbing vein. “Lila,” Maddox breathed my name.

My breath hitched as my robe slid open. He knelt in front of me, his big shoulders settling between my spread thighs, pushing them further apart. I breathed in but my throat closed as I ended up silently gasping instead. I was completely naked under my robe and he took it as his advantage.

He lifted his head, his gaze hot and dark. “Your cunt looks thoroughly used from last night, Lila,” Maddox said, unadulterated satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. My fingers curled around the cushion and I dug my nails in, feeling a rush of heat coursing through me. My skin grew tight and warmth spread through my lower region, my sex growing damp. Damn him and his filthy mouth.

My eyes turned into slits as I glared down at his imposing self. I wasn’t going to fall for it; I wouldn’t let him sway me with sex.

Maddox’s hand slowly slid up the outside of my calves, up my thighs… and…

I squirmed, my voice gone and the fight leaving me. He was meticulously slow, dragging out the suspense and forcing me to feel him.

Inch by inch, his hand slid upward, his touch scorching my flesh as he continued toward my center.

His slightly calloused palm felt rough against my sensitive skin, but his touch was… so light, he was barely touching me. Teasing and tempting.

Driving… me… crazy.

My heart thudded so hard I thought it would spill out of my chest. His fingers brushed against my folds, a soft touch but I quivered in response.

“You’re red and swollen,” he rasped, his voice thick and hard. His fingers spread me open, still ever so gentle. Maddox tsked, the side of his lips quirking up in approval. “… and wet.”

“What… are you doing?” I questioned, slightly breathless.

His chest rumbled with a low growl. “Having my breakfast. You can’t deny a starving man, baby, and last night? I built up quite the appetite.”

Goosebumps peppered my flesh and my core tightened as Maddox lowered his head toward my pussy. Maddox wasn’t the first man to go down on me, but he was the first one to take his sweet time. To stare at my pussy like he was about devour me and it still wouldn’t be enough for him.

I ached.

I didn’t know I could feel this way, this intense… fierce need inside of me. Desire pooled in the pit of my stomach and my arousal leaked out of me. The moment his mouth was on me, my body tightened and I felt a rush of wetness between my thighs. Holy shit!

Maddox took his time, lapping at my pussy leisurely. He dragged his tongue over my wet folds before circling around my clit. “Maddox,” I choked, my thighs shaking. A whimper left my lips before I could stop myself and my hands went to the top of his head in frantic need. My fingers gripped his hair, pulling him closer and silently demanding more.

Fire licked through my veins and my eyes fluttered close. Maddox was killing me.

It would be a sweet, torturous death.

His touch was both tormenting and heavenly.

“Maddox,” I breathed.

His tongue slid over my pussy-lips and his teeth grazed my swollen clit. My back arched off the sofa and my thighs tightened around his head. He sucked and lapped, licking every inch of me until my whimpers rang like desperate pleas.

I wasn’t prepared for it, when he shoved a finger inside of me but I clenched around the hard intrusion. Seeking for more… needing more…

It hurt so good.

“Oh God!” I cried out as he thrust his finger in and out, his tongue simultaneously working my pussy like his favorite meal. I guessed… I was.

“Ma – Maddox… Please…”

My stomach tightened, my thighs quivered and the muscles of my calves were cramping as I grew closer to my release. I climbed higher on the cliff, writhing and crying out but Maddox didn’t let me fall.

I throbbed, an intense beat that match my thudding heart.

I bit down on my lips, shaking, choking on my moans and on the precipice of orgasm. He dragged my pleasure out.

I just needed…

Just… fuck….

The same moment he thrust two fingers inside of me, his teeth grazed my clit, a small bite that left a sharp sting behind. I bucked against his mouth and fingers, my lips parting with a swallowed cry.

I had not finished orgasming before he was starting all over again.

“No…” I gasped, still sensitive and shaking with my orgasm. “Wait.”

Maddox growled between my thighs – a warning – and went back to lapping onto my wetness, sucking and licking. This time, there was nothing slow and sweet about it.

The first orgasm was for me. This one was for him.

His tongue ravaged me.

His fingers didn’t stop their torturous ministrations, thrusting and twisting inside of me. There was nothing gentle as he finger-fucked me.

Maddox was a mad, mad man on a mission.

Molten desire, strong and lustful, coursed through my veins at the sounds coming from his throat as he tasted me, like a starved man, who would never ever get enough of me. His deep, primal groans were as sinful as the sound of my wet pussy – oh fuck!

My hips jerked and his fingers bit into my thighs, leaving their marks there. His bruising grip was almost painful but my muddled brain didn’t seem to care one bit.

Stop.

My hips moved with his fingers, jerking and grinding against his face. Right there… right. fucking. there. I heard him groan my name against my tender sex as pleasure spiked through me and my back bowed.

No, don’t stop.

“Maddox… Maddox!”

My second orgasm threw me over the edge and a loud moan spilled past my lips. My eyes rolled back into my head, as he gave my hyper-sensitive pussy one last lick.

What–?

Dazed, I blinked my eyes open, my body still shaking from the aftermath of my release. I couldn’t…breathe.

Maddox lifted his head from between my thighs and regarded me, his blue eyes dark and raw. “You can have this all the time. Me, between your legs, worshipping your pussy. Say yes.”

I finally came down from my high and I shook my head, trying to clear my mind. “You’re bribing me with sex? Maddox! This isn’t about sex…”

His eyes hardened. “This is more. I know it, but you’re not giving us a chance, Lila.”

“What are you so scared of?” he asked, kissing the inside of my thigh before giving me a playful nip.

Losing you…

Uncertainty flashed through me but I was already losing this argument.

“One week…” I whispered. The look in his eyes, raw emotions and almost like he was pleading to me, weakened my resolve.

“One week,” Maddox affirmed. “For now. I might change your mind later.”

I dug my nails in the back of his neck, not hard enough to hurt but in warning. “You can’t seduce me.”

His lips quirked up. “Can’t I? Haven’t I?”

Maddox left a trail of soft kisses across my navel, giving my belly-button a playful lick before he nipped my flesh teasingly. He didn’t look like he was about to leave his spot between my thighs any time soon.

My fingers raked through his dirty blond hair. “If I remember correctly, I did the seducing last night.

Our gaze collided and his chest rumbled, my pussy throbbing at the deep sound. “And I’m weak to my goddamn knees for you, Lila.”

My heart lurched but any of this was too good to be true. This couldn’t be happening, not with Maddox… not after years of friendship… not after years of playing safe. Now, everything was complicated.

“You probably fucked another girl last week and you’re here, telling me you want me? Don’t, Maddox.” The words spilled out before I could stop myself and my voice cracked. I bit on my lips, hating that I’d shown him a sign of weakness.

Maddox was a predator; he’d pounce on my vulnerability.

Except he did the complete opposite…

“I haven’t.” His eyes bore into mine, smoldering with an intensity I couldn’t put in words. “I haven’t slept with anyone for… weeks.”

I blinked, my chest caving in. “You have been celibate for months?”

“Because apparently my dick doesn’t like the idea of another girl.”

I shook my head, tensing and tried to close my legs, but Maddox was still between my thighs, forcing them apart. “You think you want me… especially after last night. I won’t lie, it was amazing. Whatever happened last night–”

I broke off with a choked gasp. Smack.

My body jolted and a hot flash of pain seared through my pussy before it quickly disappeared, replaced by a dull throbbing pleasure that lingered. Did Maddox just spank my…?

Oh God! I sputtered and glared but he was already speaking, his voice almost furious. His tone held a dangerous warning and I clamped down.

“That,” he growled. “was the best fucking night of my life. So, don’t tell me what I think and don’t tell me how I feel.”

Maddox grasped my wrist and placed my hand over his chest, his skin warm and smooth under my touch. His heart was pounding. Thud, thud, thud.

The hard glint in his eyes had softened by a fraction, but the intensity of his gaze was just as fierce. His words rippled across my flesh and my heart stuttered before caving inside my chest. “Don’t tell me how I feel. You have no idea, Lila.”

This was so… difficult.

A pained sound escaped me but I quickly smothered it. Falling into Maddox’s trap would be dangerous for my heart. I’d end up being just another conquest.

Maddox wasn’t the type of man to settle down. I didn’t think he’d ever be. He was too wild, too reckless, too… wounded.

I had always known Maddox would never be the type of man to do a long-term relationship.

This wasn’t going to be an easy week or a simple affair. I was already tittering over the edge of a very dangerous cliff; I was already at the risk of losing my heart and having it broken by Maddox.

But I had already lost this fight.

He moved up my body and my legs instinctively wrapped around his hips. His lips skimmed over my throat before he claimed my lips into a long kiss.

Maddox Coulter – my best friend, now my lover – was maddeningly irresistible.

He knew exactly how to twist my hearts into knots and he turned me putty in his hands.

One week.

A seven-day affair.