What Eros said made my skin tingle, my whole body responded to him, but I refused to give in; my brain was screaming that this shouldn't be happening.
I had to make him beg for my love, not be handed to him on a silver platter.
I can't give in, I know I keep saying I can't give in, but maybe if I say it, my heart will listen.
I could end up very hurt if I give in to my desires, with a broken heart, again.
"How is your father?" I abruptly changed the subject.
He frowned, but answered.
"He's stable, but his health is worsening. My father thinks I don't know he has cancer, and he just wants me to live my life. I haven't told him we're married yet."
“Your father told me a few months ago when I arrived here,” I chuckled, remembering that day. “I asked him if there was anything I could do
