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“Maybe they would have,” I say softly. “Maybe they wouldn’t. At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter. Who we are today is because of the choices we made in our past. But one thing I know is that I don’t want to be angry any longer, Miguel.”
“I don’t want to be angry at you either.”
Miguel’s eyes bore into mine before they dropped down to my mouth. A rush of tingles goes down my spine from the intensity of his stare. My tongue darts out, sliding over my lower lip.
“Rebecca…” My name is a low growl sending tingles down my spine.
“Yeah?”
There is a beat of silence where he just stares at me, and I hold my breath as I wait to see what he’ll do.
“I should go home,” he whispers but doesn’t attempt to move. “But I don’t want to. I don’t want to go back to that empty house and remember the last words I said to my father in anger before I stormed away.”
His pain and frustration are so strong they’re almost palpable. I hated it. I hated seeing him so conflicted, hated to see him hurting.
Slowly, I take his hand in mine. “Then stay here.”
His eyes widen slightly in surprise.
“Stay,” I repeat.
My eyes hold his as I take a step back, giving him a chance to change his mind, but he doesn’t. Miguel follows after me into the house.
“Where is everybody?” he asks softly.
“Chase isn’t here, and Mom’s asleep, so we need to be quiet.”
Making sure the door is locked, I lead him up the stairs and into my bedroom.
Slowly, I turn around to find Miguel taking in the space, although not much has changed since the last time he’s been here.
I tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear, suddenly feeling nervous. “Do you want to…”
I don’t get to finish because Miguel’s eyes meet mine, and he closes the distance between us.
His palms cradle my cheeks as he leans down and kisses me. I wrap my fingers around his wrists, holding onto him as his mouth sweeps over mine, pushing me back until my knees touch the mattress, and I fall down, breaking the connection.
I tilt my head back to find those blazing eyes on me. He tugs his shirt over his head,tossing it on the floor.
“I want you,” he whispers, his knee sinking into the mattress on my side. “That’s the only thing I have ever wanted. You, Rebecca.”
Placing my hand on his chest, I slide it onto his neck and pull him to me. “I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”
And a part of me worried, I always would be.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
MIGUEL
The bright morning light blinds me the moment I open my eyes. Cursing quietly, I turn around, burrowing my head in the pillow. The scent of roses reaches my nostrils.
Rebecca.
My eyes snap open, and I slowly notice little details around me: the desk on one side of the room with a pin board above it filled with photographs, the rose candle standing on the nightstand next to a stack of books, and the fluffy light gray rug on the floor. But the woman who owned all of it was nowhere in sight.
Groaning, I push into a sitting position and rub at my face. I didn’t hear Rebecca get up, but it must have been a while ago because my clothes were neatly piled up on the edge of the mattress, along with my phone. Sliding out of the bed, I grab my clothes and put them on before checking the time—just past seven-thirty. I couldn’t remember the last time I slept this long or this good. I quickly go to the bathroom to splash some water on my face and find a spare toothbrush in one of the drawers to brush my teeth.
Opening the door, I look up and down the hallway, only tobe met with silence. Still, I try to be quiet as I make my way down the stairs, searching for Rebecca.
