Her words were surprising. Lance hated to see her in pain, but glad that she was there, looking for comfort.
She drew closer, wrapping her arms around him tighter.
He clung to her, giving her the time she needed to tell him what was wrong.
Instead of speaking, she rose to her tiptoes and kissed him. She glazed her lips over his and kissed him more.
He was confused but he opened for her, and she dove in. He moaned, or maybe it was her.
She kissed him like her life depended on it.
Then he felt the wetness from her tears. He broke the kiss. “Ana, I won’t take advantage of you like this. I can see your heart is broken, but I can’t.”
She smiled and shook her head. “No, I miss you. I love you. It’s not about Matt. I’m so glad to be back in your arms.”
She loved him. He’d heard that befor
