How my heart missed beating like this. For him. Only for him.
Nine years of nurtured anger tangled with this thing. This gripping attraction and wistfulness—a deep missing of this woman from my life.
She was like a drug and he was letting her get back in his system just by standing there with her.
she felt the same deep connection he did. It had always been there and it seemed that the time spent apart had done nothing to snuff it.
You could crush me right now if you walked away, but I would survive because I would know that I gave it everything I had.
I dunno. I think you’re running again. I think you need to take a chance. For once, let go of the control.
The stranger spun her around, gloved hand still securely over her mouth. She considered trying to bite down on his fingers and run straight for Kyle. At least then they would both die together. It wasn’t much in terms of comfort, but it damn sure beat both of them dying alone.
