“Aurelia, for once, please tell me what you want.” “You know what I want?” I raise my voice. “I want you. I want what we should’ve had all these years. But that’s not going to happen. You’re married and you have obligations. I’m dealing with it.” “I want us,” Chad says, emphasizing each word. “You want us again?” “I’ll always want us.” I want us. I want you. I want everything with you. This time, I’ll never let you go.
