“Sunday,” he breathes as his hand gently wraps around my wrist. “It wasn’t your fault,” I manage to get out through the growing lump in my throat. “Don’t ever think that there was, or is, something wrong with you, Ash.” His hand falls from my wrist to his side as he stares at me in shock. I watch his emotions raging across his face. In an instant, I’m pressed against the side of his car, and his hand grips the side of my jaw. I see the struggle, the war waging in his eyes. “Fuck it,” he growls as his lips capture mine and—oh fuck.
