A glimmer of hope in his expression. "I mention this only as a possibility, not a reality. I could never want anyone as much as I want you right now." Stefan was looming over her a second later, his mouth poised just above hers. He was breathing shallowly, his hands anchored next to her temples, his erection pressed between her legs.
Finally. The contact she'd yearned for. He was hers, hers, and hers alone. She could believe nothing less. "You may not know yourself, but I think I know you," Amelia said. "Trust me, no one is waiting for you... but your mate is."
I am waiting for you.
So Amelia hoped for the best and hoped Stefan didn't break her heart.
She wasn't being stubborn or blind about this. Disregarding his raw possessive nature and the fact that any woman he committed to would
