Out of Sight

by Cleo White

I barely had a glimpse of her, and still, I felt… fucking obsessed.

She's young, almost certainly younger than my own son, and I'm a little appalled at how little I give a damn.

How do I feel nothing for people who want me and everything for people who don't?

Everything I've felt with Isobel is brand new but this… shit. I'm so incredibly fucked.

“Tell me what you want,” I plead. I will do anything for this girl. In just a few days, Isobel Bradley has become the center of my world, and, damn me, I don't give a fuck who she is anymore. Every instinct inside me is bellowing that this beautiful, hurt creature is meant for me, and the rest of my life hangs on the question I just asked her.

“Don't play with me, little girl. I'm in no fucking state to handle it.”