He came into my life like a thunderstorm. Foreboding. Strong. Dark. Dangerous. Like a flash of lighting, he lit me up in ways I never could have imagined. His kiss seared me, his touch made me shiver, but his eyes…they terrified me. I never wanted this…wanted him. But I didn’t have a choice, because he wanted me. “That’s all that matters,” he whispered, all those nights ago. He didn’t give me a choice. I didn’t want this; I didn’t want him….right?