Chapter 39

Mine.Even if it’s only for tonight.

His fists clutch at the back of my shirt and he slides down a little on the car, as if I’ve made his knees give out. He’s like a drowning man, clutching at me to stay afloat. “Jamie,” he moans, pushing into me even as he pulls me nearer. I’m falling into him all over again, and I don’t want to catch myself.

Then, behind me, the door to the restaurant opens, spilling laughter and light out into the dark parking lot, and reminding me where we are. Somehow I manage to pull away from him, though every inch of me screams in protest. I want him, I do, but this isn’t the time or place to give over to those feelings.