She blinked fast, her chest still rising too quick. “Go to hell.”
He didn’t flinch. “Been there. Still didn’t feel worse than watching you walk away.”
She froze.
His thumb stayed right there between her thighs, warm and unrelenting. “You hate me that much, but your body never lies.”
“Shut up.”
“Say you don’t want me right now and I’ll stop.”
Her throat tightened. She tried to push his hand away but her fingers barely closed around his wrist. “You think this fixes anything?”
“No,” he said, low. “But it’s the only thing that makes the pain shut up.”
She pressed her forehead against his chest, her breath hot, uneven. “You shouldn’t touch me.”
“I know.”
His hand didn’t move.
“Then why are you still doing it?”
“Because I miss you so bad I don’t know how to breathe.”
Her hands curle
