Melvin: Almost a year. That’s how long I’ve been waiting. Waiting for whatever it is that’s drawing me to the gorgeous young woman that Chloe has become to fade away. Some of my brothers would probably say that I’m pining over her bright emerald eyes. And maybe they would be onto something. Maybe I’ve been pining for her to notice me. Maybe I don’t want the deep-rooted need simmering in me to fade away even slightly. No, there’s no maybe. What there is, though, is an off-limits neon sign attached to her. Until now, her age helped me stay away, even though I’m not even four years older than her. But she’s eighteen now, and there’s only one reason left for me to keep my hands to myself. I respect her dad too much to touch his daughter. But I’m only human, and goodwill can only get you so far.
Chloe: I can see him watching me. Every time we’re around each other, his dark yet gentle gaze finds me. And then he tries his best to ignore me. Every time. It’s either that or my heart is toying with my common sense. I’ve had a crush on Melvin since he rushed to my rescue three years ago, saving my sanity for sure, and maybe also my life. But I’m not fifteen anymore, and my crush is morphing into something more. If only the fear of rejection wasn’t too strong to overcome. A more experienced woman might have been able to figure him out, but at eighteen, I’m just as inexperienced as I was three years ago. Yeah, quite pathetic. There’s one thing I know. His body and face have been made for sin. Wide shoulders, broad chest, insanely chiseled abs, and messy dark hair that seems to call for my hands. And those full lips… I might be a virgin, but my entire being knows what it wants when it comes to this glorious man. I just wish I was brave enough to do something about it.