MILLIE'S POV
I should have pulled away.
Should have put distance between us after that kiss, should have retreated to the guest room and pretended my entire body wasn't still humming from his touch.
Instead, I stood there in his living room, my fingers still twisted in his shirt, staring up at him like he held all the answers.
"Millie," he said softly, and the way my name sounded on his lips made something inside me ache.
"I need to know something," I blurted out before I could stop myself.
His hands were still on me…one in my hair, one at the small of my back…but he didn't pull away. "Anything."
"The money." My voice came out smaller than I wanted. "All those years I was gone, every six months, money appeared in my account. That was you, wasn't it?"
"Yes."
The confirmation should
