Craving her was wrong... losing her was a necessity. What we had was real, but it's over. Ancient history. She was under my skin, but I was under her dad's roof. He warned me to stay away, but I couldn't. We risked everything and I lost it all, to protect us both. Now I'm empty, and it's all too clear what's missing. Or, rather, who. None of the women who warm my bed can ever fill the void inside my...