Chapter Twenty-four

Greyson

I was fucking weak.

Staring down into Cecilia’s eyes, I saw her unspoken questions about my presence last night. She wanted me to explain. I had the answer; when it came to this woman, the one way out of my league and one who shouldn’t give me the time of day, I was weak.

With each passing minute in her presence, I wanted more. She could be annoying and persistent. She asked too many questions, went on about her strength only to spend hours crying under the blankets. She also pushed when she should back down. While those were all reasons to make a decision and send her to one of the coasts, I found myself addicted to the challenge of her.