Having Henley

I’m the Gilroy your mother warned you about.
I’m a simple creature. I drink. I f*ck. I fight.
If you’re looking to do any of those things, I’m down, but I never do the same woman twice. So if you’re looking for something that’ll last longer than the time it takes us both to get off, don’t blame me when you get hurt—because you’ve been warned.
I’m not a return to the scene of the crime kind of guy. I like my life. I like my freedom. At least I did. But that was before she came back into my life and ruined it all. Ruined me.
As much as I want to blame her though, I can’t. Because the simple life I’ve built myself really isn’t simple at all. It’s a fortress I’ve constructed to keep her out—to keep her away—because Henley O’Connell is dangerous to me in ways I can’t even begin to describe.
A life without her is easier. Cleaner. That’s what I keep telling myself and I’ll keep saying it, over and over, until I believe it. Because Henley is the only woman I’ve ever really wanted.
And she’s the only woman I can never really have.