“Fuck the contract,” he growled, moving in closer to me, looking me in the face. When I backed up, into the wall, he moved in again, essentially trapping me there as he met my gaze. “I’m telling you… beyond what’s on the paper, that I want you. I want to know you, and… have you, Nalani. I…” He pushed out a sigh, looking away for a moment like he was choosing his words. “I want this to be… real. Tell me if that’s something we can work toward. Something we can do?”
