LOGAN BLACKSTONE
A week had passed since my intense encounter with Scarlett. One that left my world in a whirlwind of desire and obsession. I never imagined someone could consume me so completely. Each time I saw her, time seemed to warp, swallowed by an overwhelming mix of passion and longing. Every glance, every touch, ignited a fire within me that made the outside world fade away. Scarlett was undoubtedly changing me, and despite my efforts to remain detached, my obsession with her was becoming increasingly obvious to those around me. No matter how hard I tried to brush it off, I couldn’t help but count down the minutes until I could get home and gaze into those stunning green eyes that mirrored my own desire.
My mind constantly wrestled with the urge to pull away and the irresistible
