“Paedyn…” The water seems to still for his soft voice. “No,” I say sternly. “Don’t do that. Don’t go saying my name because you think it might be the last time you ever will.” He has the nerve to chuckle. “Your name seems like a good word to die with on my lips.” “Kai—” “I don’t regret it.” His words are a rush, a confession he’s clung to. “I don’t regret you, or what was between us. And I don’t regret kissing you on that roof. But I know I’ll regret what I have to do to you for the rest of my life.”
