"Would you believe me if I told you I wanted you?" His eyes looked at me intently. Blue orbs that mesmerized anyone who looked at them. "Would you believe I didn't come home during our marriage to avoid the turmoil I felt whenever you were around?"
"Liar," I whispered, disbelieving.
He took my right hand on his left cheek, then guided it to his left chest. "Would you believe me if I told you my heart always beats this wildly when I'm around you? I don't feel love for you, Heather. Don't get me wrong. No one has been able to revive my dead heart.
"Yet I wasn't lying when I said I wanted you. I can't stop imagining what the skin on your body feels like. You're the only woman I want after all this time."
My heart was beating fast at his confession. He didn't love me, but his body wanted m
