“Calysian…” “I’ll make you feel good, Madinia. I want you. You want me back. That’s all that matters. Tell me you want me.” I take a shuddering breath. When I don’t reply, he shakes his head, turning away. “Calysian.” “I want the words. Say them.” “I want you.” The words are out before I can pull them back. The look Calysian gives me is half baffled surprise, half sensual promise. And then he’s out of the pool and prowling toward me, water dripping from his naked body.
