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 loveat 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 I didn't need, but can't deny wanting. His body, his sheer essence calls to that deep place inside me.

Doesn't matter though. Regardless of how delicious his accent or how intense the chemistry that sizzles between the sheets, the simple fact remains. I will never give him, or any man, what they need from me.

My name is London Kelley and I will never fall in love.