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“That’s not true.”
“It is, Rose.” His voice comes out pained, and I feel sorry for him, but I want him too much to care.
I reach over and turn on the lamp beside the bed—now, I see the anguish etched into his gorgeous features instead of only hearing it in his voice.
“I’m the one who decides whether it’s right or not, aren’t I? I don’t feel uncomfortable. I want you here.”
“I have a say in it, too.” He stands, shaking his head. “And this is wrong. It’s wrong for me to be with you like this. You calmed down, and that’s what I came in to make sure of.”
No, I can’t let this happen. I can’t let him go.
“Please, stay,” I whisper, on the verge of tears. “I don’t want to be alone.”
“I’m sorry, but—”
“I see the way you look at me.”
Oh shit.Now I did it. I can’t pretend I didn’t, no more than he can.
The change that comes over him is clear. His body tenses, his shoulders lift, and I’d swear he stops breathing for a long, heavy moment.
“What?” he grunts, his eyes bulging.
“I said I’ve seen the way you look at me.” It’s too late to pretend otherwise, so I won’t bother. “I know what it means. I know you want me.”
“This is inappropriate.” He turns away, and my heart threatens to shatter.
No, no, this isn’t the way it’s supposed to be. I can’t let him walk out of this room.
“I know you took my panties.” Sure, because why not make things worse? That’s how desperate I am to keep him with me. I’d say anything, do anything to make him stay.
He’s frozen in place, his back to me. “That isn’t true,” he grunts.
“I know it was you, and I don’t mind. I like it. I left them on the floor for you.”
He exhales, then lowers his head. “You did.”
“Yes.” Now that it’s out, I can’t hold myself back. Like a dam burst inside me. “I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember.”
“Rose…” The word comes out almost like a whimper.
“It's true. I know it isn't right, but I can't help how I feel. And I don't want to, either.”
Every second we spend in silence is torture, but at least I was brave enough to put it out there.
Right. Tell yourself that when he kicks you out and you have to live alone.
The silence breaks.
“Is that why you're wearing my shirt?” He turns his head enough to catch me out of the corner of his eye. He noticed, but he doesn’t seem upset.
“Do you want it back?” I don't know what has come over me.
I've never been this open and brazen, even in my wildest fantasies. I would never imagine crossing my arms over myself and pulling the shirt off. When he doesn't move, I ball it up and toss it at his back.
“This isn't a game. I know you aren't a stupid girl. You know what this means.”
“You're right. I'm not stupid, and I know it's not a game. I'm not playing. All I want is you. And if you want me, there is no reason—”
