“Trust me,” Phaedron continues, “the man is desperate for you. He might not say it, but…” His eyes return to Des, whose own gaze has inadvertently found mine. The Bargainer gives me a wink when he notices me staring. “Put up some true resistance,” Phaedron says, “and you’ll see. He won’t let you go.” How is it that one sentence can fill you both with such satisfaction and such dread? More than anything, I love the idea that Des wants to be mine every bit as much as I want to be his. But to think he’d force me to stay at his side—that part of him would cast aside my own wants and needs—that’s
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