“You always do this,” she started with a whisper after what felt like forever, her voice muffled against his neck. “Push me away. Make me feel like I’m just some… I don’t even know what.”
What in the world was she talking about? Was she starting to fall asleep or something, because right now she was getting the role all mixed up. That was something she did, not him.
Lennox swallowed hard, his grip tightening instinctively around her waist. “That’s not what I’m doing, Zara.” And you know it, he wanted to add.
“Yes, it is.” She pulled back just enough to look at him, her green eyes glossy, her lips parted slightly as if she was trying to hold back more words than she should be saying. “You act like you want me, but then you push me away. You touch me, but then you don’t. You look at me
