“What?” she demanded. “What is so important that you had to interrupt a perfectly nice evening just to tell me how much you don’t want me? You don’t think we should be together? Fine. Now, can we be done with whatever this is?” I prowled toward her, eating up the distance in long strides. “I never once said I didn’t want you. Fuck, Warrior. I think about you with every other breath. I dream about you. And when I wake up, I swear I can still taste you on my tongue.”
