‘You know why.’
She tilted her head and her hair rippled, gleaming in the light of the street lamp, and he fought back the urge to reach out and wrap a chunk of it round his fingers. ‘I thought I did,’ she said softly, ‘but now I’m not so sure.’
Then he’d make her sure. ‘It would screw everything up.’
‘Isn’t everything pretty much screwed up anyway?’
His jaw tightened. ‘And you want to make it worse?’
‘I want to make it better.’
No. He was going to make it better. ‘I’m going away.’
She stared at him, wide-eyed and momentarily speechless. ‘Where to?’
‘I don’t know. Anywhere.’
Her eyes filled with understanding. ‘I see. When?’
He’d have gone now if he had a plan, which he didn’t because right now he wanted her so badly he could barely think. Which was bad. Really bad. ‘Tomorrow.’
‘Then we still have tonight.’
‘We’d be mad to even consider it.’
‘You want it as much as I do.’
Of course he did. He was as hard as rock and had been since for ever, but even though his self-control was stretched more than it had ever been it was still holding firm. ‘So what?’
‘This has been brewing for weeks.’
‘I know.’
‘What’s the point of resisting it any more?’
‘There are a billion points.’ Although he was damned if he could remember any of them.
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sp; ‘I’m tired of it, Marcus. And I know you are too.’
‘I’ve never stayed on friendly terms with any of my exes,’ he muttered, and then wondered what the hell that had to do with anything, because he wasn’t seriously considering this, was he? God. No. He couldn’t be...
‘Nor have I,’ she said. ‘But one night does not an ex make.’
‘What does it make?’ he said, his head swimming as much with confusion as desire.
‘I don’t know. Heaven?’
Heaven sounded good. So good... ‘And then?’
‘Who knows?’ she said with a small smile that just about undid him. ‘But what if you were right?’
‘About what?’ he said, his voice sounding as if it came from a million miles away.
‘Maybe we should try and get it out of our systems.’
‘No,’ he said, but the denial was weak. ‘You’re not thinking straight.’