"Five years and that's all you have to say to me?" he asked. Standing so close she could taste his breath.

She wanted to move away from him. But she didn't want him to know just how much he affected her. So she stood right there. She wasn't going to let him intimidate her.


"Well... Is there anything else you want me to say?" she asked 

The side of his mouth moved upwards.

He was smiling? Why the hell was he smiling like that? She thought. She didn't remember saying anything funny.

"You left... Kitty" he said. "I asked you to stay... Begged you to stay... And you left anyways.. With him. And now you come back... Acting like everything is okay between us...?"

There was something about him... She thought. Something about the way he called her 'Kitty' that made her heart flip. He was the only one who called her that. She hadn't even realized how much she missed him calling her that. 

"You shouldn't have gone with him". He said. 

"Oh really? Why not? Because you didn't want me to?" she asked. She was starting to get angry. 

"Yeah that's right" he replied. "And because of what you felt for me -what we felt for each other. When I came near you, you felt an excitement so intense that you ceased to breathe --like you are feeling right now. You wanted me just as much as I wanted you. And that should have been enough to make you stay"

ALWAYS BEEN YOU 

Katherine stared at him. "You want to help me bake?" she asked. 


Slowly, one sleek eyebrow spiked. "You think I don’t know my way around a mixer and batter?" 


Katherine laughed. "I’m sure you do." She shoved it towards him. "Have at it." 


He frowned. "Actually when I asked if you needed help, I meant do you have any already baked ones you needed help eating... Now that, I can help with". 


Katherine couldn't help a smile. "Come in here" she said as she took off her apron and began to walk to her office. She felt his intense gaze singe her back as she walked away. He followed. 


Jensen watched Katherine move, the sway of her hips so damn attractive, her long, shapely legs extending in that way that only models and trained dancers could execute without appearing pretentious or awkward. Her small heels were a shiny rose gold colour that drew attention to her delicate ankles. 


Chapter Fifty