Hardy's POV
Control.
I had little control over my life and every aspect of my childhood growing up, mostly because I had the devil as my mother, a coward as a father and a world who found new ways to break me down each day.
Growing up like that made me extremely guarded, I yielded control to no one. I cling to it like one would cling to sanity.
Yesterday was different. Yesterday, I did something I haven't done in a long time.
Yesterday, I let go of that control…I handed it over to her.
It didn't make any sense to me. It didn't make sense why I yielded control, why I lowered my guard and I allowed a girl into my head.
I did that for Miracle Cole and I didn't think twice about it.
If I could yield control just with a snap of a finger then what wouldn't I do for the girl?
