“Yeah?”
“I don’t know what this is.”
His gaze holds mine.
“Neither do I.”
“I can’t promise you anything.”
Something flickers behind his eyes.
Pain? It’s gone too quickly for me to be sure.
“I didn't ask you to.”
“And I have Matteo.”
“I know.”
“He comes first.”
“Wouldn't respect you if he didn't.”
Damn him.
My throat tightens.
“And my life is... complicated.”
His mouth curves without humor.
“Honey Girl, have you met me?”
A laugh slips out before I can stop it. His expression softens at the sound.
And that somehow makes everything worse.
Because I could fall for this man. The thought lands so hard my smile disappears.
No. I can’t.
I cannot fall for Rowan Cross.
Sex?
Maybe.
Feelings?
Absolutely fucking not.
Except...
Can I actually separate the two?
I don’t know anymore.
Maybe once.