“A few conversations with you, and I was ready to make the most disadvantageous trade—all of me in exchange for any part of you you’d be willing to spare.” He shook his head. “You have invaded my mind. I have questioned my sanity. I think about you all the time.” The way he said all the time had her cheeks burning with its insinuations. “All the time?” she repeated, voice breathless. “Late at night, I ache for you. I ache for you all the time,” he said, face truly looking tortured.
