“What about your lies? Do you still think that you’re above morality? That—”
“Stop talking.” He choked out. “Let me finish.”
I swallowed and he stared at me a few seconds before continuing.
“Yes, I hid the fact that I was married from you, and although it was unintentional, it was still a lie.”
“A huge lie.”
“Aubrey…” He gripped me tighter. “I hadn’t thought about Ava in a very long time…On the contrary, I’ve been thinking about you every day since you left.”
“No, you haven’t…”
“I have.” He looked directly into my eyes. “I drove to your ballet class twice a week, trying to see you, trying to talk to you and apologize…I sent things to your apartment. I even showed up twice, but that was before I knew you’d moved.”
“You’re just saying all this so you can f**k me…” I shook my head and turned away, but he made me face him again.
“I’m saying all of this because I love you…”
I gasped and tears formed in my eyes.
“I f**king love you, Aubrey…” he repeated, wiping my face. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to show you that.” He brushed his lips against mine. “Do you still love me?”
“No, I don’t… Not any—” I felt his lips against mine, silencing me.
I didn’t want to kiss him back, I wanted to push him away and tell him to leave, but I parted my lips and let his tongue slip inside of my mouth.
Slowly, he freed my hands from his grip and locked his arms around my waist—keeping his lips attached to mine. He didn’t give me a chance to talk, to breathe. He just kissed me senseless until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“If you can honestly say that you don’t love me,” he whispered, slowly pulling away from me, “then I’ll leave you alone.”
“And if I can’t?” I asked, breathless.
“If you can’t, you’re going to show me to your room so you and I can become reacquainted.”
“Reacquainted?” I moaned as he cupped my ass. “Is that code for conversation?”
“It’s code for f**king.”
“Would it kill you to say make love just once?”
“Depends on if you actually love me or not.”
Silence.
His fingers were now trailing the zipper on the back of my skirt, gently pulling on it as I looked into his eyes.
“I hate you,” I said, making him raise his eyebrow. “If you said all of those things just to get my hopes up, I’ll never forgive you.”
“You still haven’t…” He kissed me gently. “I meant every word I said.” He pulled my zipper down. “And I really need to know whether or not you still love me because…” He stopped talking.
My skirt fell into a puddle on the floor and he tugged my thong away from my waist until it snapped.
“Aubrey, tell me…Tell me right now.”
I gasped as he slipped a finger inside of me, as he groaned at how wet I was.
“Yes…”