(Editing/rewriting) "You're not just a fling, goddamnit!" He yells and punches the wall, frustration twisting his face into a scowl. My heart is pounding in my chest, tears stinging in my eyes. I want to believe him, I really do. But I can't. "Then what am I?" The look in his eyes is dangerous and vulnerable. "You're mine." And with that, all my barriers drop. *** Myrtle Beach used to be fun, but now it's become a place crawling with reminders of a dark and traumatic past. Dove craved something to bring joy back into her life, anything to help her forget. It seemed like nothing would fix her shattered perception of life...until Hudson. He's more than a playboy wearing Armani. He's dangerous, he's vulnerable, he's passionate. Yet he's after her heart. Then there's Dove. A shattered soul who after years of trauma has put dozens of walls around her heart. Even so, she still wants to let him in. A combination like this could only end one of two ways: in explosions or sparks. Maybe even both. *** He wipes the tears streaming down my cheeks gently. "You're safe, he can't hurt you now..." I look into those blue eyes, the same color as the ocean I love so much. "Can't he?"