I used to keep myself in a box. I was a loyal friend. The devoted daughter. The quiet victim. The things that kept me safe… Kept us safe.
The lines start to blur when you stare at them long enough, though, and I’ve been staring for years. I told myself I imagined the tension, the hunger, and the way their hands lingered.
Oh… but this isn’t just love. This is obsession. This is temptation. This is our unholy devotion.
THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE WITH HEAVY TRIGGERS. READER’S DISCRETION IS HIGHLY ADVISED
