“I hated losing her.” His voice is a low growl. “I hadn’t realized just how attached I’d gotten.” He reaches and moves a strand of wet hair out of my face. “How dangerously addictive she could be.” His gaze pins me to my spot and I can’t move, can’t breathe. “Maybe a girl needs to hear that. Maybe she wants to be with you, too.” The words come out in a rushed whisper. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He shakes his head. “It can’t be.” “Why?” “Rules. Custom. Danger. It’s dangerous to be with me.” “It’s dangerous to be without you.”
