His eyes search my face, looking for any sign of resistance, anything that will tell him that I don’t want this. Spencer will respect whatever I say. He’s noble that way.
But no matter how hard I try to convince myself that telling him no is the right thing to do, I can’t voice it. I can’t push him away. I can’t make him see reason. Because, at this moment, all I want is for him to take me in his arms and say he loves me.
“Why now? I mean, we haven’t seen each other in seven years. How is it even possible that we still harbor feelings for each other?” I sound frustrated, but the frustration is entirely directed at myself. I wish I could control these feelings, to tell my heart who to love and who to hate, but whenever Spencer is concerned, I don’t seem to have the reins over my life any
