I only went to Jamaica for a little vacation. Sun, beach, good vibes. That's all. I wasn't supposed to meet him. He was intense. Fine. The kind of man who makes your whole body feel weak just looking at him. We got close-too close, too fast-and before I knew it, I was falling. So I ran. I left without saying goodbye and went back to California like nothing ever happened. But he found me. He tracked me down all the way here, and he's not letting go. Now he's in my space, in my head, in my heart. And the craziest part? A piece of me wants him to stay, no matter how dangerous it feels.