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these things? She shoved the thought aside and buried it deep in her mind. She couldn’t. Couldn’t consider…
    If what he said was true… She’d left without reason and lost much more than he knew, for nothing. That was a fear she only admitted, in her weakest moments, was possible. “That was our past. It’s over.”
    â€œIf that’s so…” He leaned closer until his words caressed her cheek, the light stubble on his chin prickling her lips. His voice was barely a whisper as he continued, “then why did you run away when your friend would have fucked me right there on the pool table? You’re going to tell me it didn’t bother you to see me touch her?”
    She tried to force air into her lungs. Damn him and her lack of control. Everything about him made her body hum in reaction. She was furious to want nothing more in that moment than to experience his touch again. Of course it bothered her, damn him.
    â€œThat’s right,” she lied instead.
    â€œLiar.” His lips brushed her jaw with a barely there touch that delivered the shock of lightning. “I saw it the moment your eyes met mine. You think of me, dream of me, like I dream of you. I can’t smell vanilla without your image popping into my head. I wake up at night, sweating, needing you so badly it hurts. You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same.”
    Oh, did she ever. “I don’t,” she maintained.
    â€œI don’t believe you,” he breathed. “I knew everything about you. What made you laugh, cry or turned you on. I know every inch of your body, the smell of your skin, the taste and texture of your mouth. Worst of all, I remember the way it felt being inside you, the way you held me, kissed me… You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved, Mi. I haven’t forgotten a thing about our past or what could have been.”
    Sweet mother of mercy. How did he still have the skill to say everything just right? Tendrils of arousal inundated her senses. He wanted her. He’d thought of her all this time. The intensity of his gaze spoke volumes, and Chloe’s statement inside the bar floated through her mind. A weekend in his arms wouldn’t be so terrible. Would it? Spending a few days swamped in the feelings of being wanted, needed, cherished would do her sore heart some good.
    Miya crushed the momentary weakness. Too much time had passed. There were things he didn’t know… Reasons he should have to hurt as much as she had. “If you knew me so well, Susan’s touch should have felt different.”
    It should have been as effective as ice water, but he just shook his head.
    â€œI knew something was different. I woke up with her touching me. I knew the way she kissed felt—wrong. I’d had a lot to drink too. It took a minute to process what was happening.”
    The image his words created should have been of Susan doing those things to him. An image that would set her blood boiling and give her the strength to say fuck you . Instead, all she could focus on was his touch, here and now, and how tantalizing it felt.
    Pulling on New York-learned reserves of self-preservation, she crossed her arms. He didn’t know what boiled inside her, and she focused on the reason she’d walked away. Motives that were safe, solid and made sense, unlike the indecisive emotions simmering inside of her. “Fine. You want to hash this out? Did she kiss you?”
    â€œYes.” He slashed a hand over his face. “I knew it wasn’t you when she—”
    He broke off, a silent shudder of tension gripping his shoulders. “What, Shawn? You might as well tell me. I’m a grown woman now. You’re no longer the only man I’ve been with, and I’m far from the fragile country girl you knew. I need—no, deserve —to know what she did that made you realize it wasn’t me. Did she hop on and ride you,