He leaned down and rested his forehead on mine, inhaling softly and rubbing his nose into my hair.
“You smell like peaches and cream and I haven’t been able to get this smell, or the taste of your lips, or the feel of your hips out of my head. I feel like I’m losing complete control but I can’t stop thinking about you; or wanting you.”
“You make that sound like a bad thing.”
“It has the potential to ruin me.”
With his head on mine, I couldn’t look up and see the torment in his eyes that I could hear in his wavering voice. I don’t know what he meant by that, but I knew he wasn’t talking professionally. Maybe he felt the same way I did about him. Taking a risk and being with Jack McMillan would most definitely ruin me for all other men. And open the door to have my heart shattered into a million pieces all over again.
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