I sigh, resting my face in my palms. “I don’t want to want you. Not like that.” “And you think I do?” Lifting my head to meet his gaze, I’m surprised to find a pained, worried look on his face. “You think it hasn’t been fucking torture to keep this shit to myself? From you for this long? I’ve been living in hell ever since that kiss, and it’s only gotten worse over the past few weeks. So do you really think it’s been easy to want you, but know I can’t have you?”
Ughhh heart squeeze
