melissa morrill

Krystina offered me her heart, and I’d given her mine freely and without reservation. She was the angel who guided me to salvation, lighting up all the places inside me that had been dark for most of my life. There was no denying the connection we shared. But now, she was the one who had fallen into darkness. I could control a great many things, but I couldn’t free her from the black abyss. As hard as I tried, I had no way to save her—especially after she changed all the rules.

I'm not interested in starting something deep and meaningful, but what I am interested in is the way your body reacts to mine when we're in the same room. You probably assume the concentration on my face is work-related, when in reality, I'm figuring out which I want more: to nail you against the wall, or to bend you over my desk.