Chapter 19
Layne debated on whether to remain on the couch, pierced by Heaven’s gaze, or rush to the door. What the hell had he done? He was stupid enough to kiss her, and worse, he’d told her she was the one he wanted, not Faith.
Fucking whiskey.
He shouldn’t have entered the house. None of this would have happened if he’d kept his a*s planted in his car, watching over Heaven from a distance. He would have done just that if the tug in his soul hadn’t begun. No matter how many times he put the bottle to his lips, trying to erase her from his mind, the sensation grew stronger.
Why couldn’t he forget her or the way she pulled at every cell in his body? His feelings for her would be the death of him. Yet he kept coming back. He had to come back. The need proved too strong.
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