I don’t remember who told me this, but someone said that the most dangerous type of man is the one who knows how to wait.

Back then I had no idea what that meant, but now, I do.

Arlo did not chase me with grand gestures and flowery promises like Liam did. No, Arlo was patient and meticulous with everything he did.

I knew what he was doing was conditioning me.

Making me crave his presence in his absence, forcing me to always look around the room for just a glimpse of his face.

Every word he spoke to me, every quick glance he stole, and every silence, all planned....