There aren’t many things I find difficult in life.
Felling a tree, building a fire from nothing, fixing whatever’s broken—it’s nothing. It’s easy.
But keeping my desire for Maisie in check?
Difficult as hell.
It’s a risk, pursuing her. She’s pissed off at me. She’s more than a decade younger than me. She could easily break this stubborn heart of mine.
But I need her. I need her curves. Her feistiness. Her kisses. Her heart.
I need every bit of her to be mine.
Forever.