Mirrie started. “Shane, I don’t think –”
“Stop.” His voice was rough, angry again. “Just stop, Mirrie. OK? Don’t just automatically say ‘no’ like some f*****g knee-jerk reaction. Think this through, then answer me.”
She shut her eyes again, desperate to avoid the heat in those blue eyes. Oh, God, how she wanted to stop saying 'no' to Shane, and start begging 'yes'. 'Yes' to kissing him, 'yes' to seeing him naked, 'yes' to f*****g him hard and deep. 'Yes' to everything he was offering and asking; 'yes' to being together.
Mac was unnerved by her silence, by her stillness. “Mirrie? Open your eyes.”
She did, and he felt a wave of worry move through his chest at her tears.
“Why are you crying?” he murmured. “I just told you that we can be together, and you cry? Thanks a lot.”
She gave a w
