“I can’t give you what you want.” I shook my head. “Besides, it doesn’t have to be that way.” “What way?” “Demands and ultimatums.” “Yes, it does. Don’t you get it? I can’t keep hoping that one night you’ll slip into my bed and kiss me again. I can’t stop dreaming about your lips on mine or my fingers in your body. I want you, Estelle. No, I need you. And until I know where I stand, I can’t turn the hope off.”
