“I want you to have me,” I told him, heart hammering with nervous anticipation as I lay naked on his bed. “All of me.” “No.” He quickly shook his head, refusing my offer. “You don’t want this. Trust me—and especially not here.” “Yes, Joey, I do,” I urged. “And it has to be here.” He looked so lost when he choked out the word “Why?” “Because I want to put one good memory of this house in your head.” “Molloy.” Raw emotion flashed in his eyes. “You don’t have to do that.”
