“So you admit that I can win you back?” The cork pops. “That’s not what I said.” He begins filling my glass with wine, his eyes pinched at the corners like he finds is whole thing very humorous. “It’s what you don’t say that interests me most.” I pick up my glass. “I’d prefer it if nothing about me interested you.” God, it’s such a lie. Montes meets my eyes. “Serenity, the sun would sooner fall from the sky. Even when you slept, I couldn’t stay away from you.” The ocean breeze
