“And …you.”
He blinked several times, opened his mouth to speak but closed it again.
“Me?” He said more to himself than me.
“It’s not a big deal. I just…”
“It’s a big deal.” He held my gaze for a few seconds before continuing. “I would never hurt you the way he has.”
“No?” I didn’t know how he could say that.
“No.”
“You can’t know that.”
“I do,” he smiled.
“How?”
“Because Tom was an idiot, and he couldn’t have wanted you more than me. I want you in every way that a man could want a woman, and I won’t lie and tell you otherwise.”
I wasn’t sure if my brain could work to answer him.
“Forget him. Can you do that?” He added.
“I already have.”
“Good.” A slow smile smoothed along his lips. “My offer is still on the table Summer… just waiting. You might want to give me an answer. No more of this torture and resistance.” His eyes turned that liquid silver. “Just be mine again.”
His.
I felt like I already was.
He walked up to me and planted a kiss on my forehead, lingering there for a few seconds with his lips pressed to my skin.
He then backed away. As he did, the fog clear from my mind, and a flicker of anticipation dance through me.
I didn’t want to resist anymore and I didn’t want to be miserable.
That was last year’s story.
My career was being taken care of, so that just left me.
Forget Tom?
Absolutely, and definitely for a man who wanted me to be his.
A new found determination filled me, awakening the part of me that I’d restrained for far too long.
It awakened and told me that I wanted to be his too, and I could no longer resist the irresistible.