His words curled her toes and sent a shaft of heat through her center. “Yes.”
He chuckled. “Are you sure? I don’t want you regretting it after.”
Placing a finger over her lips, he stopped her from replying.
“I want you to be sure. Once we take that step, there’s no going back. Everything changes.”
She couldn’t dispute his words, except everything had already changed.
It had probably happened in the last few weeks. Since she’d moved in, their bickering and fighting had increased. And, she had to admit, most of those arguments were started by her.
She tried to find fault with everything he did from doing background searches on her clients to leaving the washing machine full of wet clothes.
Every chance she got, she attacked.
With blinding clarity Vee realized she’d been trying to find reasons to hate him, trying to stop herself from doing the one thing she’d promised herself she’d never do again.
Only she’d never really stopped.
She loved Brent Coleman.
Pulling from his arms, she stepped away and turned to face him. Words failed her.
How could she tell him what was in her heart when she didn’t trust him not to rip it out again?
Shaking her head, she murmured, “I can’t,” and raced from the room.
ChapterNine
Brent watched Vee run from the room.
His groin throbbed, his cock aching for release, but unless he wanted to take matters into his own hand, he’d remain unsatisfied for now.
He dragged a hand down his face and contemplated his next move.
He’d only meant to kiss her, give her a hint of what he felt.
Unfortunately the sparks flying between them exploded into a burning inferno that he had no hope of controlling.
If she hadn’t gotten him so worked up he’d risked coming in his pants, he would have taken her on the couch.
She deserved better than that.
They deserved better.
He picked up their cups from last night and headed for the kitchen. His plan to woo her would need rethinking. He’d be a fool to think they wouldn’t end up in the same position again.
Their chemistry was too volatile. Whether they were arguing or making out, their passion threatened to consume them.
Wade’s fridge didn’t hold a lot of choice, but he found eggs, ham, and cheese, so he could make a couple of omelettes.
There were no tomatoes, so he grabbed a red capsicum instead. Piling it all on the counter he pulled out a chopping board and knife and quickly diced everything.
He cracked six eggs into a bowl and whisked them while waiting for a pan to heat. When it was ready, he poured in half the eggs and dropped in half of everything else.
He wasn’t too proud to admit that breakfast was a peace offering. A truce of sorts. Something to bridge the gap that had widened between them.
She hadn’t come down yet, but he knew she hadn’t left the house. The alarm would have signaled a breach of any door if she had.
