EASTON.
“I hate to admit it but it's true.” I muttered, fixing my eyes on Hayley's cute face. I just couldn't get myself to stop thinking about it. I gave myself time thinking the thoughts of her wouldn't crowd my memories anymore. I thought I would be okay if I just had her at the tips of my fingers but no, I wanted something more than that. I wanted her to officially be mine. I wanted to be hers. I wanted us to develop something so special. For some reason, I wanted to be her first and her last. I don't want any guy to stare at her, touch her or even try to get intimate with her and to achieve that, I have to make her mine. Mine alone. I didn't want to think about another thing. What I felt for Hayley was strong. So strong to alter my character. I found myself wanting to make her happy
