“Tell me I’m not alone in this,” I demand, my voice strained. “Tell me you want me, that you feel this same, undeniable pull toward me, even if you’re determined to not act on it.” He stares at me with that dark, brooding gaze of his. “I can’t.” “Can’t or won’t?” “Does it matter? Because either way, you’re right. I won’t act on it.” “Why not?” I want to shake him around. “Give me a good reason.” “Because I’ll never be able to give you what you want. I can’t. I’m incapable of loving someone else, and if anyone deserves the happy ending they want, it’s you.”
