Alex walked toward me, slow again, but the intensity in his eyes didn’t dim. Not even a little. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from my face like I was something fragile he didn’t want to break.
“Now,” he said softly, “I decide for myself.”
“And what are you deciding?” I whispered.
He leaned in close, close enough that his breath warmed my cheek, close enough that my knees wanted to give out all over again.
He whispered, “You.”
I took a shaky breath and whispered, “You can’t have me.”
He stilled. Completely. Like someone froze time around us.
I kept going even though my voice wobbled. “I have Connor.”
His jaw clenched so hard I saw a vein jump at the side of his neck. His eyes darkened in a way that made my stomach drop and my legs tremble, not from fear, but from
