And Lydia Martin, the girl who could scream, the girl who nearly killed him to get his Uncle to come back to life. The pretty redhead who was mouth, nosy, all around annoying, at times, was the woman who had been stuck in his mind.
His hand slid up her side inside her shift as he had her firmly against the wall, fingers brushed lightly of her skin, he needed more though. "I need you," he whispered.