Zeke looked at me but was again only talking to Cade. “How does it feel, Cade? To know you had to beg to kiss her, but she was begging me to fuck her?” Zeke uncrossed his ankles, his fingers wrapping around the table’s edge. “To know she’s done nothing but think about me since I left? It only took me a matter of days. It’s taken you fifteen years.”
