“You should’ve been mine,” he whispers against my ear, sending a spray of goose bumps down my arm. “I … I wanted you too …” I manage, breathless and hot. “I just … I was afraid to admit it—and I thought you hated me.” He stops cold, his body freezing against mine as our eyes hold again. “I never hated you, Jovie,” he says. “I was in love with you.”
