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I waited ten years to grasp hold of a woman I knew was too good to be mine. Back then, I had failed her. But I knew, somehow, someway, unknowingly to her, I’d find a way to make it up to her. All the years in between, I watched her from afar. Keeping her safe, protecting her from the shadows that crept in the deep, dark of the night. Then, out of the blue, she unraveled me with one sweep of her innocent little tongue. The woman drew me straight toward all her light. Blinding. Intoxicating. Mine. It didn’t take long for me to come undone.

Is it possible to make up for the way we have hurt others? I wonder if it truly is. Can we undo what has already been done? No. We can’t. I know for a fact, we cannot unsay words that have been bitterly spoken by a deliberate slip of a tongue. Words hurt. They sting. They burn. The truth is, I didn’t want to hurt Ellie Wynn, but I knew I would.

I’m Logan Mitchell, and I hold many secrets in my greedy hands. Women? They bow at my feet. Do what I ask, and come back for more. But Ellie Wynn? I don’t want her bowing, I want her to kneel. She thought our time together was one night, a twist of fate. How wrong she was. Ellie has been mine since the day I saw her. Little does she know, it wasn’t that night. It was years ago. Well, before I even understood she was mine. One taste, one touch, one kiss, and it wasn’t enough. Not for me.