I wanted her. That wasn’t a surprise. But the depths of my desire for her was. I longed to kiss her again, and for this one to be completely unchaste. Was this what infatuation felt like? It wasn’t as if I suddenly believed she was a perfect angel, but even her prickliness and sharp tongue called to me.
Shit.
I slid off the sofa and picked myself up from the floor. “I should go home. I’ll see you in the morning.”
It was already dark out, and if I was here too late, I’d be tempted to do something I shouldn’t. Fiona was vulnerable right now. This wasn’t the time to put the moves on her. Besides, I had no reason to think she’d be any more receptive to them now than she ever had been. She’d made her feelings toward me clear in the past. Although… I couldn’t help but think something might have changed.
“Please stay,” she whispered. “I don’t want to be alone here, in case he comes back.”
I sighed and rubbed my sore eyes. I couldn’t deny her anything when she asked so sweetly. “Okay.”
It was going to be a long and torturous night.
