Sliding my hand up his chest, I could feel the rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips. He was a fortress, but even the strongest walls had their weaknesses. And I knew every one of his.
“You remember this, don’t you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I let my hands trail down to the hem of his shirt. “How it used to be between us... how good it was?”
His breath hitched as I slipped my fingers beneath the fabric, teasing the warmth of his skin. “Melissa…”
“You can’t deny it,” I continued, leaning closer, my lips grazing the shell of his ear. “You’ve missed me. I can see it in your eyes. Feel it in the way you’re holding back.”
He grabbed my wrists, stopping my movements, his grip firm but not painful. “You don’t know what you’re doing,” he said, his voice strained
