KYLE'S POV
I stared at the pile of paperwork on my desk, but all I could see was her—Rose.
Her face haunted me, invading my thoughts, my every breath. Every second I spent trying to focus on work, her image was there, teasing me and reminding me of what I couldn’t have.
It was driving me mad.
Since the moment I laid eyes on her, my mind had been consumed. Her brown eyes, so deep and full of warmth, seemed to look right through me, past my defenses. And her scent—strawberries. Sweet, tempting and so intoxicating. I could still smell it, lingering in my brain in a way I couldn't stop.
No matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t escape her. Every time I closed my eyes, her face appeared, smiling, taunting me. It was as if she was daring me to admit how much I wanted her
