CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Zachary’s POV:

I waited as the slow, grueling seconds ticked by.

It was only when she opened her mouth to speak did I let myself breathe.

“I don’t know, Zach.” She’d said.

I smiled painfully, giving her a nod.

“I understand.”

Then I whipped around and locked eyes with her.

“But I’m not giving up.”

I won’t.

The goddess gave me this chance.

I’m not about to fuck it up.

. . .

I jumped out of the truck and made my way quickly to the other side, opening the door for her.

She gave me a quizzical look. Her beautiful silver eyes I grew obsessed with sparkled delightfully, my heart stopped.

My eyes lowered to her lips, parting slightly.

Oh how I missed those lips.

Right then and there, I wanted to whisk her off her feet and carry her straight to my bed.

I wanted to make love to her, despite knowing she’d made love to someone else that night I ran into her in my hotel.

The night she disappeared and took my heart along with her.

I’d never forgiven myself for letting that happen.

But right now, fa