Nope. Not doing this.
“Why did you do that?” I cut to the chase.
“Why did I do what?” He plays dumb.
“You know what.”
Did you mean it?
“You mean tell the truth when I was under oath?”
“Why are you here?” I change the topic, tossing what he just said right out of my brain. Just words, nothing else.
“Because this might be your only shot at getting your sister back.”
“Bullshit. You could’ve said no. You wanted to be here. Why?”
He moves closer to the edge of the step, and his cologne reaches me.
Get back. I don’t want to remember your scent. I don’t want to miss it.
I don’t want to miss you.
“Maybe I wanted to see you,” he says huskily.
I go down a step.
He does, too.
I scoff. “After all this time? You choose now to want to see me?” Intending to walk away, I climb back up a step, but as soon as we’re at the same level, he circles my wrist with his hand and tugs me straight into his chest.
“Winter, wait.” His gaze descends to my lips. “Please.”
Oh my God, shut the fuck up, heart.
“I really want to catch up,” he says like I didn’t just tell him to go screw himself. “How have you been?”
I’m careful to avoid looking directly into his eyes. “I’m good, Haze. I’m fabulous. Never been better. Now I know you didn’t just come here out of the kindness of your heart. Tell me what you want?”
He arches an eyebrow. “You really want to know?”
“Yes. What do you want?”
He leans forward, his breath fanning my cheek.
“You.”
I swear I almost fall down the narrow step.
“There you are!”
I’ve never backed away from someone faster.
“Matt. You’re… here.” Why is there disappointment in my voice?
“Hey, gorgeous.” He climbs up the stairs.
“What took you so long, babe?”