Miller MacAvoy is an addiction waiting to happen. I’ve tried to be sensible. I’ve tried to keep him at bay. I’ve done my best. His eyes track me slowly, and a heavy hand reaches back and sweeps up and down my thigh, and like that, I know I’ve lost. I know I’m going to give in. I know I’m going to spend years, possibly decades, possibly the rest of my life trying to get out of the hole I’m digging for myself right now.
