Make Me Yours (Bellamy Creek, #2)

by Melanie Harlow

But I couldn’t help it. “What about tomorrow? Will you want me then? And what about yesterday?” “I . . . I don’t understand.” He took his hand from my underwear. “I don’t either. And I’m probably going to hate myself for this, but something doesn’t feel right.” “It doesn’t?” I took a deep breath, willing myself to have the strength to say what needed to be said. “The first night you walked me home, you told me why you don’t date, and I understood. Last week, you explained to me in heart-wrenching detail why you and I should probably just be friends, and I agreed. Last night you said you wished things were different, and I did too . . . so are they?” “I . . . I don’t know.” He sounded genuinely confused, and then he rolled onto his back. “I’m sorry. I guess I was just trying to let go and have some fun.” I sat up, pushing my dress down and bringing my legs together. “I was too.” “And I really do want you. Everything I said tonight is true.” I pressed my lips together, knowing a but was coming. “But you’re right. Nothing has changed. I’m still the same guy I was last week, with the same issues.” He flung his arm over his eyes, and I caught the shine of his wedding ring in the lamplight. “I can’t make you any promises. And I can’t lie to you.”