“I just realized I wanted more.” My mouth forms an O shape. “More from her?” He stares down at me with a softness in his eyes. “More from anyone.” This makes my heart ache for him. “Remember six months ago when I was in a funk?” I nod. “That’s why. I was paying a woman to give me the attention I wish someone had given me for free.” My hands wrap around his waist, and I pull him closer, burying my face in his neck. “I’m sorry, Clay.”
