“Is this about that perverted bastard at the club? Because what he did to you doesn’t change the way I feel. Not even a little.” I wanted to kill the fucker all over again after hearing the pain in her voice. She shook her head. “It’s not that. I wish it was—I wish I was the only person who’d been hurt by my bad choices, but I’m not. I’ve done things…” Her bad choices? Being raped wasn’t a choice. f**k, I hoped she knew that. I needed her to know, not just that, but how much I wanted her regardless of whatever the f**k she thought she’d done. The intensity of my desire for her didn’t make sense. I knew she was keeping secrets and that I didn’t want that in my life, but it didn’t matter. None of it did where Lina was concerned. I needed her to understand that. I had to find a way to show he
