My reasons for turning him down are solid, and I’m sure there are a million ways Alden is a better match for him than I am, but I can’t look away. I can’t stop the feeling of desperate longing that swells in my chest. “I wanted to let you kiss me the other night. The night of the fundraiser,” I confess, barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the delicate moment. His eyes drop to my lips and he angles his body toward me. “Why didn’t you?” His voice matches mine, soft and fragile.
