Chapter 47: Forty-Eight Hours

Forty-eight hours. That's all it has been since the moment I first saw her across the bar at The Kent Mockery, one of my best friends, Jarrod's clubs. It has literally been a couple of days, but she's somehow managed to get me to do things I would never normally do.

I've broken rules in the last forty-eight hours that I'm convinced I've never broken until now.

I could check them off on my fingers if I wasn't too scared to realise just how much she's affecting me, the things I've done with her that I'd never have done with or for another woman and the things I've allowed her to do that I would never have allowed anyone else to do.

What's scarier is the fact that I can't bring myself to regret it. She makes me want to break every rule I've ever given myself, so long as I break them with her.

That is the scary part - the fact that I'm so comfortable with her. I want to tell her everything; how I feel, what I think, what I've done, who I am...