“Why was I the only person?” she pressed, her tone insistent. “Why, Gabe?” The spark in his eyes was her only warning. “Because of this!” The words burst out of him like a storm. He curled his big hands around the thin straps of her tank top, clinging like they were a lifeline, and lowered his forehead to hers. His voice was harsh with longing. “God, Michelle, I want you so fucking bad I can’t think straight.”
