(Quame's POV)
I lay in my bed as my alarm clock blared, alerting me it was time for morning training. I rolled out of bed frustrated and drained. I didn't get a wink of sleep last night. Mylay has been on my mind since I laid eyes on her, but I almost lost control last night. What was I thinking? Everything about her is just so intoxicating. From her smile to her eyes to the way her chestnut brown hair cascades down her back. She doesn't even know I have been watching her from a distance for the last almost three weeks. I tried to avoid her at all costs, but last night I found her right in front of me, and I couldn't help but pull her close. It was entirely out of line.
For one, I am not looking for a new lover to warm my bed any time soon, and two, she is awaiting trial and could be i
