I hadn’t been planning on saying hello to her. I’d been planning on watching her from far, far away. Hernandez had texted me to let me know she was going out in the water, and I’d rushed so I could get there before her. Waiting. Watching. Guarding. The usual. But then I’d seen her, sitting in the sun, looking pretty as hell with her wild red hair blowing in the breeze, and something inside me had broken. Maybe it was something that had been holding me back, restraint even. But now that she was out here, in my territory, there was no holding back. Her hair was longer, reaching all the way down to the small of her back while wet, and it looked even darker than before since it was damp. Her blue eyes looked bluer than I remembered, too. Fucking gorgeous. That’s what she was. She was perfection, while I was not. I was finally starting to be okay with that fact, though. That I wasn’t perfect and never would be.
