Keya's POV (Continued...)
Rafael's eyes were so intense, it looked like he was looking straight through me.
“I need you to know this isn’t just lust for me,” he said, voice hoarse, his eyes steady on mine. My heart felt like it was being drowned. “You’re not just a fantasy anymore, Keya. You’re everything I shouldn’t want, but can’t let go of.” He took a deep breath. "I tried. Damn it, I tried so hard."
I couldn't say yes; I couldn't so no either. I wanted him, but my reason was not as unselfish as his were.
"No," I breathed. "I want you, Rafe, but that is all I will give you. I have no space in my life for more than this. Just this."
He stilled, like he was hit in his stomach. I hated that look. I... had too much hurt and my heart wasn't ready for more.
"You shouldn't feel bad for
