“What are you thinking over there, Allie?” He braced his hands on the edge of the counter. “What if I want five minutes?” I walked around the side of the island. “What are we pretending this time?” His knuckles turned white as I approached. “That you want me.” I put myself directly in front of him. His gaze heated. “That’s a very real fact of life. I live in a constant state of wanting you. I have since I was seventeen years old. Wanting you is all I know.”
