“You wanted to get back at me. You wanted me to suffer too. That’s not love, Heath.” “My love isn’t good enough for you either. Got it.” “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” “Then tell me, Katarina.” He sunk to his knees in front of me. “Tell me what you want from me. Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it.” Despite the contrite posture, his expression was defiant. I buried my hands in his curls. “There’s nothing you can do,” I told him.
