“You can’t imagine what it was like for me to think that you really wanted me, in your bed, in your life. Me…just me.”
“And you don’t know what it meant for me to have you,” he breathes onto my neck.
“You’re nothing more than a fucking bastard, Ian O’Connor.”
He punches the metal next to my head and I try to make myself as small as possible.
“Christ, no! Do you think I’d be able to take you with me, that I would have loved you so…” his hand touches my face and I close my eyes instinctively. “Riley, I’m—”
“Don’t you dare!” I yell in his face. “Don’t you dare say it!”
“Please…”
“Let me go.”
“I can’t,” he says, closing his eyes and coming dangerously close to me. His scent muddles all of my senses.
“I can’t forget,” he whispers on my lips.
“Let me out of here!” my voice is filled with fury.
“Please, don’t disappear from my life.” His is full of desperation.
“I’m already gone, Ian and I wish I’d never been a part of it.”
