Jared
I can’t get her out of my head.
Celeste Flynn.
My late best friend’s daughter, Steven’s little girl. The one I held when she was just a baby and the one I promised to look after if anything ever happened.
My biggest sin.
My only real regret.
It’s been five years and I haven’t forgotten a second of that night of her eighteenth birthday. The way she looked at me, not like a daughter, but like a woman.
The taste of her, the feel of her skin under my hands.
It was wrong.
It was so profoundly wrong.
She was young vulnerable and I was the older friend, the trusted one. I lost control for one moment.
One unforgivable moment.
And now she’s here living in my house.
A constant living temptation.
A walking, talking reminder of my desire.
Every morning this new torture.
