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