Chapter 17

His hands bunch into fists at my sides. “I

was an ass,” he murmurs against my throat. “Take me back, Neal,

please. I’m not asking you to wait two years if you don’t want to

but please—”

“I told you I’d wait forever,” I

remind him. He looks at me and whatever else I was going to say is

lost when he presses his lips to mine.

* * * *

He doesn’t ask to stay with me, just takes

my hand when he rises from my lap and pulls me to my feet, eases

his arms around my waist, kisses me with such tenderness that my

knees go weak and the only thing holding me up is him. And I

thought I could live without this man? He thought he could make it

without me?

He follows me from the nav deck, down the

corridor, to the room where I sleep. Inside the bunk is already

pulled out, the sheets twisted together in a heap in the middle of

the mattress where I left them this morning. I don’t even bother to

turn on the light, just hit the switch to close the door behind us