“Do you want to hurt me?” “Sometimes.” His answer, immediate and honest, steals my breath. I bite my tongue to ground myself, but also to keep from saying anything that’ll provoke him. Maybe I should run, even if he promised he’ll chase me. “Why?” I ask, my whisper barely there. “What did I ever do to you?” “You’ve ruined me, Miss Green.” “Calista. If you’re going to say such things, at least use my name. I think we’re beyond formalities after the events that have transpired tonight.” “I agree, Callie.” I sneak a glance at him. “No one’s ever called me that.” “And no one else ever will.”
