“You asked what I wanted from you.” Flynn stilled, his heartbeat quickening. The sound called to me, whispering dark promises. “The truth is, I want everything.” The confession scraped raw in my throat. “Everything. And that terrifies me.” His fingers tightened in my ruined shirt. “And you’re not convenient.” I reached up, cupping both cheeks with trembling fingers. “God help me, Flynn, you’re the most inconvenient thing that’s happened to me in two decades. And I still can’t stay away.”
