I should have told her everything. How much I loved her. How much I've always loved her. But I didn't. I couldn't. I just wasn't made that way. Instead... I claimed her. Teased her. Taunted her. Worshipped her. Until... I broke her. My best friend. My savior. My girl. From my mind to my heart, to every single bone in my body. She owned me. I was hers. Every look. Every kiss. Every touch. Every tear. It was always her. The only thing I feared more than losing her was forgetting her. I hated how much I needed her. She was mine. Always and forever. I hated her then. But Harley Jameson was about to find out how much... I LOVED her now.