Hailey's POV
I stayed in the bathroom for twenty minutes, gripping the marble sink until my knuckles literally turned white.
My lips still burned from his kiss. My heart just wouldn't stop pounding.
This can't be happening.
I'd sworn I'd never let another man close enough to destroy me. Floyd had already proven what happened when I confused protection for love, when I misunderstood temporary safety for something real.
Maxwell was worse. Because with Floyd, I'd been young and naive. With Maxwell, I knew better, and I was still falling anyway.
I splashed cold water on my face, and forced myself to breathe.
When I finally came out, the penthouse felt suffocating. Every room was a reminder of him, his coffee cup on the kitchen counter, his jacket draped over a chair, the faint scent of
