They said sometimes even the strongest foundations crumbled and so did our love.

It only took a touch, a glance, a kiss for us to fall into the forever kind of love.

And without a warning, the storm raged and the devil tore us apart.

Six years later, I was breathing but not living. Because my love was ripped away from me.

I spent every second of my soulless life dreaming about those blue eyes that haunted my sleepless nights.

But yet again without a warning, the storm called.

This time I was on my knees by his feet, staring into those blues that mirrored resentment—for me.

Back in his orbit, my heart yearned and my body burned for him.

Just one lick of the flame and it all came crashing back again.

Doubts, fears, and distrust mingled with passion, lust, and craving.

And then one night changed everything.

But he didn’t know the truth.

The truth that Jayden Jameson still owned my heart.

But did his heart own mine?