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Now I was numb to the pain, to the heartbreak. It was the same thing as when you saw loved ones at a funeral. The family of the deceased didn’t cry because they’d been crying every single day since they’d lost that special person. Their eyes ran dry, and there was nothing left to give. That was exactly how I felt.
“I do. But that doesn’t mean I take every offer. And this week, I’ve been busy with work and bullshit. At night, I’ve been jerking off to that kiss and your curves.”
“And no, he didn’t love you either. Because a man who loves a woman is selfless, devoted, and murderous. He would rather die a million times than let the woman he loves open her legs to some asshole—until death do you part. That was lust mixed with immaturity. That was hope mixed with confusion. When you really love a man, you’ll know. And you’ll know because he’ll love you more fiercely than you ever could love him in return. That’s love. Real fucking love. And you’ve never experienced it.”
“But I know exactly how I would be if I loved a woman. I would be loyal, devoted, and honest. And I would never, ever, allow her to put herself in harm’s way to save me. Because she’d be the queen—and a king will always die to protect his queen.”
“You think I’m going to let you leave without a kiss goodbye?” She moved into me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I was hoping not.”
My hand moved under her hair along her neck, and I pulled her closer to me, kissing her like I was the only man between her legs. My fingers held on to her as my arm wrapped around her slender waist. I squeezed her against me as my lips took her softly, hinting at all the things I planned to do to her once we got upstairs.
Fuck.
His body was as sexy as his face, as sexy as every inch of him.
He was gorgeous, handsome from head to toe. He had the most obvious ridges that separated his noticeable muscles. A god carved from marble, he seemed too sexy to be true. I could stare at him all day.
Her eyes didn’t meet mine in the reflection. “You stare a lot.” “When I have something to stare at.”
This woman was so sexy, and the fact that she made me feel sexy only made her more desirable.
I miss you—every inch of you. The three dots appeared instantly, like he’d been staring at his phone in anticipation of my text. Every inch of me misses you too.
If she were my wife, she would never sleep alone. She would always be right at my side.
