Sometimes you have to break to become the person you’re meant to be.
I’m a bastard by birth.
Heartless by choice.
Love abandoned me a long time ago. Good riddance.
I have my family-by-choice. I don’t need more.
Until she crept in, sank in deep, latched on, and stayed.
She’s as broken as the day is long.
Yet I can’t resist the pull to get her in my bed, in my heart, piecing me back together—for she’s not the only one broken.
I’m over men.
Destruction and pain are all they bring.
Been there. Done that. Check please.
Yet there is one—so many years later—who looks at me like I’m a goddess.
Who makes me feel like I have something to offer, that I’m exactly who he wants.
Can two lonely souls come together to discover the broken have more pieces to love, or will they pass on finding their forever love?