Chapter 10

Nothing.

He runs a hand through his hair, still long, still only slightly wavy, still dark, and sighs. “Look,” he starts, “not tonight, please.”

Not tonight.Like he has a choice.

“This isn’t right.” You throw the covers back and begin to get out of the bed when he catches your hand. You try to shake him off. “This isn’t supposed to happen.”

He won’t let go. “Please.” There’s so much angst in his voice, you let him pull you back down to the bed. He wraps his arms around you, lays his head against your chest, holds you tight, and whispers, “Don’t go. Please—maybe we can go to the beach a little later, okay? Just let me hold you right now. That’s all I want tonight.”

What about what youwant?

Your hand rubs across his shoulders and you have to admit you like him here, in your arms. His body is a comforting weight on yours. But this is supposed to be your fantasy, not his. Your world, not his.