“I can’t fucking do this, Mary!” His breaths shook through the words. “I want you. I know you know it, too.” My heart shuddered to a stop. It was one thing to assume it, but to hear him say it… “I didn’t—” “Don’t lie,” he said, his voice calmer now, softer. He took another step toward me. “You know it. You can feel it. You want me, too, but for some reason you keep playing this fucking game.”
