It was wrong to stay together ... but we couldn't stay apart.

I've been with my share of women, but none touched my heart and fired my senses the way she did. Her smile enticed me. Her caresses teased me. Her body aroused me.

And yet, it couldn't last. There were too many years between us. A gap we couldn't breach, and we broke it off. No. I broke it off. And I've regretted that decision ever since.

Now she's in danger, and there's no one else I trust to protect her. But the more time we spend together, the more I want her back. And all I know now is I have to keep her safe—and despite both of us knowing better, somehow, someway, she will be mine again.