I Wanna Taste You

Those beautiful eyes pleaded as if I’d have the power to say no to them. “At least until your family can accept that it’s really over between you and Mia.”

“Hell no!” This time I shook my head adamantly, but that seemed to amuse Henri because she smiled curiously. “It was almost eight months since I broke things off with Mia last time when my family had an intervention-type meeting to try to persuade me to get back together with her. Eight months,” I repeated. “And they still weren’t over it, and we hadn’t even been engaged back then. No way am I gonna keep this under wraps that long. I’ll do a few weeks and that’s only for you. I do care about Mia’s feelings, but personally, I think the sooner Mia and Edi start getting used to the idea that it’s really over and you and I have moved on, the better. And,” I said, squeezing her hand, “I think you need to start preparing yourself for the possibility that any kind of relationship with Edi might not last much longer.”