There were a million reasons why I should stay away from her.

A million logical reasons.

I was convicted murderer.

I had no future she would ever be safe in.

My sister would skin me alive.

Just to name a few.

So, I listened.

I stayed away.

I kept my hands to myself even when my eyes tracked her every move and my heart ached to touch her just once.

Forbidden wasn’t enough to label what was between us.

It was dangerous.

Reckless.

Addictive.

But if I allowed us 3 DAYS…

If I let my guard down for one weekend…

If I put aside my past and ignored my future…

Maybe…