I just saw my first love turned enemy at my best friend’s wedding.
When he lands back in my bed, I’m left thinking,
This could be our second chance at love.
Or a level 10 disaster waiting to happen.
After 5 long years, our eyes locked once again.
He knows what he’s doing.
Same silky smooth voice.
Same way of going after exactly what he wants.
Control is gone.
In its place is just one thing.
Desire.
Red and hot.
He wants me.
I want him.
My guard is up.
I might trust my body to him.
But my heart?
He’ll have to work much harder than that.
Especially now that he’s given me something special to carry.
What will he do when I tell him?
