Allyson's POV
The day had crawled by slower than I anticipated, each hour feeling like an eternity.
Reagan had moved his belongings into the ground floor bedroom, insisting it was more practical since all his stuff was already there. Meanwhile, I found myself assigned to the upper level.
Life seemed determined to torment me, because Reagan had placed me in the room directly adjacent to Michael's.
He had even made light of the arrangement, suggesting that maybe his father would finally get to know me better, perhaps even develop some fondness for me.
If only he knew the truth. I already knew Michael in ways that would shatter his world.
Michael was my forbidden secret. My greatest error. My dangerous craving.
The man who had claimed every part of me once, and whom I still couldn't purge from my system.
I knew this house like my own skin, every corridor, every entrance, every space within these walls.
