I wanted Trevor more than anything. I had missed him. His scent, the warmth of his touch, the intensity of his gaze—it was all too much, and yet, not enough. My heart hammered in my chest, torn between the longing that burned inside me and the cold reality that I could never forget.
“I can’t…” I whispered, my voice trembling as I pulled away from him “I can’t do this, Trevor.”
He stared at me. I could see the hurt clear on his face. “Brianna…” His voice was rough, broken, as if the words were dragging against his throat. “I’m sorry. I just—”
“No,” I cut him off, shaking my head, even though the pain in his voice made my heart ache. “You can’t just say sorry, Trevor. It’s not that simple.”
My heart was breaking, too, but I had to stay strong. I had to protect myself, even if it meant pu
