“Can you please tell me at least one of those reasons, Bay? If you want me, and I want you, but we can't be together, is it asking too much to try to understand why?”
He turned to face her, sliding one knee onto the seat in the tiny space between their bodies. She was giving him those haunted eyes again. He raised one hand to her face and she leaned her cheek into his palm.
“Trust me,” he said softly. “I don't want to hurt you, Baylee.”
“I know,” she replied. Her eyes slid closed, apparently enjoying the heat of his skin against hers. “Okay. One fact. I don't live in this house.”
He blinked. “Then why are we here. Do you not want me to know where you live?”
“It's not that. I'm not making up addresses to keep you guessing. This is Shane and Shelby's house. The reason I'm here is that…
