That destroyed me more than if she had screamed.
"Wanting was not enough," she replied.
And then I understood something brutal.
I'm not fighting Alexander, I'm fighting what I broke myself.
I approached her again, not to kiss her. To lean my forehead against hers.
"Tell me it's too late," I murmured.
Her breath was crashing against my mouth.
I wanted to kiss her once again, I wanted my hands to touch her bare skin, I wanted to take off her clothes and make love to her. I wanted to make her mine, but this time giving her pleasure only by myself… suddenly the thought that someone else could… tears me apart.
I snapped out of my thoughts; that would drive me even crazier than I already am.
"Ethan..."
She did not finish the sentence. But this time I didn't interrupt her, because if I
