I knew falling for him was wrong. I did so it in any case, his fifty percent smiles and blue eye tugging me deeper. Blue eye that produced me soar. He wasn’t mine to maintain, though. And like all good and rare items, it found an end.

Then he strolls into my life, armed with dimples and gray eyes. Gray eyes that floor me. He smashes through my defenses, stealing what’s still left of my heart. Now my center is a battle zone, past and present battling for my forever.

They state lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice. I call bullshit on that theory.

Contains mature themes.