He couldn't be away from her.
Siggy wanted to understand Jamie's statement. He had just spoken of hate and resentment, yet he was there, in front of her, running his fingers down her hair, her jaw, her neck, and her chest. She lifted her hands and rubbed the wetness under his eyes.
Aware of her breath, she stared at his lips.
"Remember when you taught me how to kiss?"
"Couldn't forget that if I tried," his tongue brushed the inside of his lip, as if he took pleasure in the memory.
"To me, it wasn't just about lips touching," her gaze got lost in the river. "Everything's so vivid: where you placed your hand on my body, when you breathed warm air onto me, when my bed smelled like you long after you left me. I'd sell my soul to have that once more. That's why I didn't stop you when you p
