Paddy

He made me believe in sin more than salvation.

I thought I’d buried that part of myself—the woman who wanted, who burned, who needed.
Then Paddy Sullivan crashed into my life, all swagger and sin, with eyes that promised redemption and ruin in the same breath.

He’s ten years younger and everything I shouldn’t have, yet he treats me like I’m something holy.
And maybe that’s the cruelest part—how the wrongest thing I’ve ever done feels so much like being seen for the first time.

He’s not my husband.
But he’s the only man who’s ever truly touched me.