“I do want you. I do…” She looks away again. Her voice drops to a whisper. “I do have feelings for you.” Christ. My f*****g heart.
I almost groan out loud. I almost crush my mouth to hers. Instead, I stay still and silent, waiting. Giving her time.
It’s probably the most difficult thing I’ve ever done.
When she looks back at me, she’s chewing her lip. “But I just have, like, zero frame of reference for how to deal with this. I want to trust you, but I don’t even trust myself. I can’t figure any of this out. It’s so wrong that you’re you, and I’m me, and we’re even standing here, having this conversation.”
Stroking my thumb over her satin cheek, I murmur, “I know.”
“And you know what would happen if my father found out we were together, right? You know that would start a war. You know
