KAYLEE
At this point, I was certain I was a masochist. That was the only explanation for why I was doing this to myself.
My fingers twitched, my frustration with myself going up a notch. I flexed and curled my hand into a fist before releasing again. I couldn’t rip my eyes away from the screen of my laptop. The image of Jace sleeping on the cabin bed stared back at me, taunting me with memories I couldn’t shake and a craving I couldn’t sate. And because looking at his picture on the small screen of my phone hadn’t been punishment enough, I had transferred it to my laptop.
A smidge of sense entered my brain. I lifted my hand, my finger hovering over the key that would delete the image from my computer and hopefully I could move on, forget all about the man named Jace, and finally fall
