Reed finally turned his head to look at me as he brushed a thumb across my knuckles. “I needed a moment with you,” he said, every word braided with torment. “Just for a minute.” My body trembled, caught between knowing I should remain in my seat but wanting to leap across the console into his arms. “You have me.” It was a wicked lie. He’d never truly have me. These little moments were all we were allowed.
