Ava longed for the warmth of his touch, the way his hands would ignite a fire deep within her soul. She found herself lost in thoughts about the connection they shared-did he kiss as passionately as he once had, coaxing her lips with tender urgency? Did his hands still roam over her body with the same eager exploration, igniting her senses? And when they came together, was it still as intoxicating, as raw and visceral, as it had been in those stolen moments of their youth? Andres De Fonollosa was the man who held her heart captive, even as she occupied a comfortable, if uninspiring, life with her fiancé. Yet comfort felt stifling-like a warm blanket that suffocated rather than comforted. Each day, the predictability of her existence weighed on her, draping over her like an unwelcome shroud. She yearned for the thrill she once experienced with her childhood sweetheart, the late-night escapades that set her heart racing and filled her with an indescribable joy. The excitement of the unknown called to her, a siren's song that she found impossible to resist. "How can you love someone so heartless?" a voice echoed in her thoughts, the frustration palpable. "How can you be drawn to a monster like him?" She wrestled with the conflicting feelings within her, the longing for passionate chaos battling with the security of her current life.