I should have told her everything.

How much I loved her. 

How much I’ve always loved her. 

But I didn’t. 

I couldn’t. 

I just wasn’t made that way.

Instead... I claimed her. 

Teased her.

Taunted her.

Worshipped her.

Until... I broke her.

My best friend. 

My savior. 

My girl.

From my mind to my heart, to every single bone in my body. 

She owned me. 

I was hers.

Every look. 

Every kiss. 

Every touch. 

Every tear.

It was always her.

The only thing I feared more than losing her was forgetting her.

I hated how much I needed her.

She was mine. 

Always and forever.

I hated her then.

But Harley Jameson was about to find out how much…

I LOVED her now.