Demanding. Aloof. There was a bad man next door.
I might need help, refusing this one…
My next bad decision had a name.
Dustin Warhill. Fallen from grace.
He was a man’s man. Adonis body. No filter.
Lustful, dark, with a gleam in his eyes that made me shiver.
I thought my new neighbor wouldn’t fit in.
He didn’t belong, and every action showed the truth.
Dustin was bad news and I had to stay away.
But I couldn’t.
I didn’t want to.
I wanted to take a ride with the devil, because he looked so damn good.
He was destined to leave, so I didn’t get to close.
When I let him go, will I wonder, what I had done?