“You have to go.” His words are clipped and at odds with the heat in his eyes, his ragged breaths. “Why?” The cold is a shock to my system without his body heat. “Because I can’t.” He rakes both hands through his hair and leaves them on the top of his head. “And I refuse to act on desire that isn’t yours. So you have to walk back up those steps. Now.” I shake my head. “But I want—” Everything. “This isn’t your want.” He tilts his head up at the sky. “That’s the fucking problem. And I can’t leave you out here on your own, so have just a little mercy on me and go.”
