“If you’re done drooling, I need a shower.” His words pulled me back into myself. “Do whatever you like,” I snapped back. His gaze held mine, and something dark and needy passed between us. “Ye really don’t want me to follow that order, temptress.” God, I did. But at the same point, I’d never allow it. Nor would he. We’d been there, and all it caused was heartache. No matter the lingering attraction, we were grown adults who’d been burned, and I for one would never go back. Or couldn’t. Not without repercussions I wasn’t willing to endure.
