“It’s taking a lot of fucking restraint not to kiss you right now. But I’ll wait.” I’d like to scream out loud, I want you. Instead, I say, “I just need some time.” “I know,” he says, his eyes locked on mine. “I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted. I’m going to wait for you. But you need to know”—he kisses the back of my hand—“when it happens, you’re not running away.”
