“Do you love him?” My mouth fell open at the question. Please don’t make me do this. He waited, never moving, his gaze resting on my sex. “I love you,” I whispered, urging him to look at me. But he didn’t. Because that wasn’t what he was asking, we both knew it. “Do you still want him?” Another question that I didn’t want to answer. “Cade,” I cried as my voice broke. A tear fell and dropped into the water. The look on his face broke my heart. He was fighting a battle. We’d only just found our way to one another, and now he knew that I didn’t belong to only him.
