“Oh you sweet thing. Tonight, let me show you what it means to be mine.”
On my twenty-first birthday, I did a dangerous thing. Something so reckless and wild it changed the way I think of myself. The only person who knows the whole story is a man with a gun and a thunderstorm in his eyes. A man I never thought I’d see again outside of my wildest fantasies and dirtiest daydreams. Now, three years later, I see him walking down the street in my hometown like he belongs here. I need to find him. I need to talk to him. I never even found out his name.
I’m not a bad man, but I’ve done bad things. Three years ago, I made a choice that changed the course of my life. A choice that made me drop everything and run. A choice with only one witness, a girl in a black dress and red f*ck me heels. A girl so beautiful, no woman has lived up to her since. When I see her again three years later, I know I should keep on walking. Danger is following me and I’d be a fool to lead it to her.
Turns out I’m a selfish bastard because nothing on earth could make me walk away without her