The Roommate Risk (The Midnight Heat Collection, #3)

by Talia Hibbert

God, he loved her. He loved her. He didn’t want to. He shouldn’t. It was useless. It was true.

He tangled his fingers in her T-shirt, as if that would give him more of her—the kind of more he needed. It wouldn’t, but sometimes desperate people tried pointless things because it was better than sitting and wanting. He thought, Kiss me. Fucking kiss me. Give me something, give me a reason, give me permission, and I’ll give you everything I have.

me and who?

What was he supposed to say? I’m sorry, but I can’t handle that. I can’t fuck you and leave you alone. I can’t touch you and pretend I don’t love you. I know what we are, but I wish we were something else entirely. He only managed to choke out the very last of his thoughts: “We shouldn’t have done this.”

I’m on chapter 7 and this man is YEARNING I need it