It was such a turn on that I almost regretted saying it. “I would never regret you, Joe,” I said, sitting up so that our chests were touching. “I couldn’t. Not ever. I care too much.” “I know.” His eyes burned with heat. “And I know that I’m not good with the words you need to hear from me.” “I know,” I whispered, understanding. “It’s okay.” “But don’t ever think that I don’t have feelings,” he said, and then pressed a kiss to my mouth. “Because the only time that I allow myself to feel anything is when I’m with you.”
