Eugene's POV
The house was a f*****g mess of luggage, half-empty coffee mugs, and the frantic, high-pitched energy of two twenty-one-year-old girls packing up their lives. They were leaving for campus in less than an hour.
I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows in my study, staring out at the gravel driveway with my hands shoved deep into my pockets. My jaw was clenched so tight it ached. For the last three weeks, I had been telling myself that this was just a game. A dark, thrilling diversion. A temporary lapse in my iron-clad discipline.
But as I stood there listening to the distant sound of Flora’s laughter echoing down the hallway, the lie tasted like ash in my mouth.
I was f*****g hooked.
I wasn't just attracted to her anymore; she was entirely consuming my thoughts. Every time
