Chapter Seventeen

I’m not sure how to respond. Mostly because I know what my answer is. And it’s neither a sane nor a sensible one.

I want more of him. That is the plain and simple truth.

Hell, I can take this ball to the end zone and declare I want all of him.

But if I confess this aloud, I’ll find myself in an even more vulnerable and compromising position than what I’m currently in.

Without doubt, I now possess a raging need for this man that goes well beyond the infatuation I’ve had since the day I’d met him. I’ve only had a taste of what he has to offer, and it has me burning for so much more.

Which is why his comment is as poignant as it is alarming.

He’s absolutely right. And the reality of our twisted fate this evening leaves me with a glaring, two-fold concern.

The first is that… If we get in any deeper with each other, I’m not sure I’ll be able to overcome my secret, buried infatuation. It will stare me in the face, every single fucking day. There will be no hiding from it, as I’ve done these