“What are you doing?” I manage to ask.
“You think I don’t see the look in your eyes?”
“I’m fine.”
He just lifts his brows. “Bullshit.”
I sigh. “Okay, so Iwillbe fine as soon as you let me get my mouth on your cock.”
More heat, but it’s tempered now.
Shit.
I’ve messed this up.
“And I’ll bemorefine when you bend me over the couch and?—”
His eyes lock with mine. “How about you level with me instead of trying to distract me with that gorgeous body?”
My heart starts pounding. “I’ve told you everything.”
“Yeah?”
Except about the USB drive. I open my mouth?—
“So what really happened when things got bad?”
My lungs seize. “Brooks.”
“You lost your apartment?—”
“I got another one.” Eventually.
“You were alone with no money and no one to watch out for you and you yourself said things were bad.Reallybad,” he adds when I start to reply.
“It doesn’t matter.” I move to my pants, reach down and pick them up. “I need to tell?—”
“Really bad,” he repeats.
The memories try to creep in, but I put down a layer of ice to keep them sealed away. “Don’t,” I say through clenched teeth. “It’s over. There’s no point in going back.”
“Like there was no point in thinking about your parents abandoning you? Or what your grandfather did to you? Or how you felt whenIleft?”
Phantom fingers wrap around my throat and start squeezing. “Don’t,” I rasp.
“You went through hell,” he says. “Too many times, baby. And you can’t keep shoving it down.”
Rage loosens my throat. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
“No, you can’t.”
“Who do you think you are to?—”
“I’m the man who never stopped loving you.”
I shake my head. “You left. I understand why,” I add in a rush. “I probably would have done the same thing. But that was five years ago and things have changed?—”
“None of the important things.”
