“Why?”
“Because I knew if I let myself, I could get lost in you.”
She sucks in a shaky breath.
“And you didn’t want to?” she finally asks.
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I was afraid.”
“And now?” She holds her breath, waiting for my answer, her reaction causing a spike of excitement to flare in my gut.
“Now the only thing I feel when I look at you is regret.”
Her face falls slightly, though she tries to hide it.
“I see.”
“Do you? Because I haven’t said what I regretted.”
“You regret sleeping with me.”
“No one would ever regret that, Mais.” I shake my head, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. “I don’t regret sleeping with you. In fact, it’s a memory I’ve thought about more times than I care to admit. What I regret is not fighting for you. For doing what I did. For fucking up any chance I’d ever have with you.”
“You overestimate your power to fuck something up then,” she surprises me by saying.
“Oh yeah?” I lean back, my smile widening. “Says the woman who’s made it clear she hates my guts.”
“Doesn’t mean my mind can’t be changed.”
“Is that a challenge, Mais?” I cock a brow.
“You tell me...” She holds my gaze, something flaring in her eyes that has my arousal burning its way back tothe surface.
“Don’t play games with me, Maisie. I’m not the man I was two years ago.”
“I’m counting on it.” It’s her turn to smile and fuck me if the sight doesn’t rob my lungs of breath.
