"Freya, I never said doing all this would get us anywhere," I tell her point blank. She needs to give up on the idea of us. So do I. She needs to move on.
Move on to Miles? f**k.
I slide my hand to her face, fingers threading into that moonlight hair. I grip a fistful and pull her close.
She moans. She f*****g moans, and I'm hard. s**t. What am I doing?
Her lips part, breath brushing mine. She'd kiss me back. She always does, pulling me in, matching fire with fire. But this... this is the opposite of what I'm trying to say.
"Why did you come back so late?" I ask, our chests still pressed together. I feel her heartbeat racing, her body softening against mine. Her arms stay wrapped around my waist. No one's here. No one would know.
"Miles," she whispers, licking her lips. Her lashes l
