Chapter 30

I wasn’t looking at that. I was looking at the beginning of his pubic hair and the way he’d trimmed it so close to his skin. I’d been sleeping with Vassilios for almost a year, but every time he came close to me, I still wanted to rip his clothes off. Vassilios came and went as he pleased, but we didn’t live together.

“Maybe I’ll join you,” I said, meeting his eyes. They were a very pale blue, and one of the reasons I’d let him so close…so fast. Those eyes would never remind me of that long-ago night. They would never remind me of how much I’d hurt.

How much I still missed him.