My heart is a sucker for this man. He stares at me with such seriousness on his face and in his eyes and voice, trying to tell me why we can’t be together, but I can barely hear him over the pounding of my pulse. It’s a roar of kiss me kiss me kiss me in my ears, deafening me.
I sit on the edge of his desk and close my eyes, trying to block it out.
A moment later, he strokes a hand over my hair.
“Are you really okay?”
His voice is soft, close to my ear. I nod but don’t open my eyes because I want him to keep touching me.
“I’m sorry you couldn’t sleep. Was it because of me?”
I nod again, inhaling his scent and enjoying his body heat. He must be standing very close.
“Shay. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not. I don’t want to be the cause of your sleepless nights.”
“It wasn’t a ba
