Was there really such a thing as starting over?
I’d survived the most horrendous things life had to offer, left the nightmares of my past behind me and started a new life. At least, I thought I had. Until that day. That day I was sitting in the coffee shop. The bell chimed and pulled my attention to the man walking through the door. His dominant nature captivated me. Caught me off guard and shook me to my core. I couldn’t explain the intense pull. I felt his eyes on me as he walked by. The intensity seared me to my seat.
I wanted him to touch me.
I wanted him to take my breath and never let it go.
To give me pleasure with the pain.
Something bigger than both of us.
I wanted him to be the man that would …