London Falling

I feel things. Deeply. More so than most people.

Call it an empathic ability, call it whatever you want. It doesn't change the fact that I am unable to love...at least not again. When you've had everything and lost it, there is no do-over. You can't repair a shattered heart.

Instead of the pursuit of Mr. Right, I'm forever enjoying Mr. Right Now. It's worked for me the last four years and will continue for the rest of my days.

Then I met him. Collier Stone. My sexy Englishman. He is everything...