“I know,” he whispers as his eyes hold mine. I pull back to look at his face. Huh? How does he know that? Oh shit, the diaries. I smile broadly. “Of course, you know that.” I shake my head as I smile and kiss his shoulder and lay my head on his chest. “Tash, when we were young, did you know why I came to your tent that night?” he asks. We stop dancing and stay still. I shake my head. This is very quickly becoming a night of confessions. “I came to your tent not because I wanted sex. I didn’t want sex.” “You didn’t.” I smirk, yeah right. “I came to your tent because for the first time in my
...more
