THEO
I've spent many nights craving the sweet bliss of surrender, but after my last relationship, I swore I'd never let myself be that vulnerable again.
The wounds are still fresh.
I'd be a fool to hand over my heart-or anything else-again.
Callie.
One look at her, and my cravings don't just return; they take over.
She makes me ache to kneel.
To serve.
To be hers.
She says the timing is wrong, that her life is too complicated, and that she can only give me flirty texts and whispered fantasies.
I'll take anything she gives me and do everything she commands.