"You have run away from me for too damn long," Drey said, hands firmly on mine over the table. God, I missed this, the warm feel of his strong hands on mine, his charming smile that managed to turn my world around, his thick and soothing voice, his controlling and protective behavior over me, every f*****g thing that made him Drey. "And every time I gave you time and space, but I'm saying this now, this time I'm not letting you go."
My cheeks thrummed with heat, reflecting the excitement and joy that coursed through me. The world-class restaurant where we had our dinner was probably filled with the most important people in New York today, yet only one person had my full attention. Michael Jackson would probably walk past me and I would not bat an eye, because f**k everything, I was his a
