all.
“I know. But it doesn’t change how I feel. None of it does. Even if I
know I shouldn’t. Even if there are all those reasons. Even if every single
one of them is legitimate.
“I—”
Kiera closed the distance between them and took Romi’s hand. It wasn’t
the first time she had touched her. Romi recalled exactly what it felt like to
have Kiera’s soft, smooth, tender fingers on her when she doctored her feet
after their pick. She was still surprised by the warmth of them and how very
soft her skin truly was.
“You can have time. This wasn’t…I wasn’t planning on this. I don’t
know what happened. All of a sudden, I was just saying things. And
walking towards you. Maybe I need some time to think too. Except that I’ve
already thought about it. I’ve already tried to reason myself out of it, and I
still feel the same way. I can’t just turn it off. So if you need time to think,
take it. I want you, but that desire doesn’t include forcing you to think or
feel something you don’t.”
Her fingers were still on Romi’s. Kiera’s skin was so warm. It lit a series
of fires under Romi’s skin. She felt tingly, hot. A riot of emotions and
sensations stampeded through her. Romi knew she should pull away, but
she couldn’t.
“Do you think that not knowing or regret is worse than the fallout?”
Romi’s voice trembled.
Kiera considered that. “I don’t know,” she answered honestly.
“Sometimes, it might be. It depends on the ending. And what happens after
that.” She frowned, as if she wasn’t happy with her answer. “Not this
though,” she blurted. “The regret and the wondering would definitely be
worse than whatever came next.”
“I’m so tired of being hurt.” It wasn’t what Romi wanted to say, but that’s
what came out. She shut her eyes tight when Kiera’s fingers curled around