“What if I told you to stop holding back.” My hand on his wrist tightens. “To stop denying what you want.” His eyes look almost black. “You don’t want me to do that.” “Don’t tell me what I want,” I say. “Because I want you.” Alec’s jaw clenches, like that wasn’t what he wanted to hear. But then, his brows lower and his chin drops. “You’re sure.” A statement. Not a question. But I nod anyway.
