“I don’t know what was going through James’ mind,” Jared whispered, breaking the silence.
“What do you mean?” Felicity replied, her throat suddenly parched. Her heart spasmed with pain, James’ name echoing unexpectedly in her chest. Shame fluttered beneath her defiance as she refused to examine the reason why.
“When he asked for the break,” He continued, now dragging a soft thumb over the edge of her eyebrow, causing her heart to go into overdrive, as his hand lingered on her face.
“Why?” She felt light-headed. Her breath caught. Everything seemed to blur for a moment.
“Because if you were mine,” Jared said, moving closer to her. “I’d never let you go.”
What happened next almost occurred in slow motion in Felicity’s eyes. Jared used the hand that had never left Felicity’s face and cup
