“Let me go.” He shakes his head. “Oh, Cinderella, I think we both know that’s impossible.” He presses against me and kisses me again. “I’ve tried to let you go so many times, but I can’t. I’m done with this bullshit. I’m done pretending I don’t want you every second of every minute of every hour of every day. I can’t let you go. Now let me take you home. Let me take care of you.”
