“Sean, don’t.” She drops her gaze as if it pains her to hear. As if it doesn’t hurt me to say it.
“Don’t what? Remind you how good it was? How you fell apart at my fingers. With my mouth.”
Her chin lifts and gaze narrows. “It can’t happen again.”
“Jess, it can. That’s why I’m here. We could be together. We can. I’ll take care of you. If you would only—”
She steps back, one step and then another until the gap between us feels miles wide. “Don’t ask me—”
“Leave him.” If there’s a way to beg, plead, and demand everything with those two words, I give it my all.
Her scowl falls to one of pity. “Sean . . .”
“No, don’t say my name like that.”
“Like you feel sorry for me. I know you feel more. I know we’re good together. I want you, Jess, but not as some dirty little secret.”
Her lower lip trembles from where her teeth bite against it and her gaze drops. “I can’t.”
It’s not the response I want and I bristle at her words. “Why?” I need to know.
“I just can’t okay?”
“Help me. Tell me.” I close the space between us and take her hands. “Explain to me why that son of bitch gets to be with the most precious woman on Earth and treat her like garbage. Why I have to stand by and watch?”
“I’m not . . .” She tries to tug her hands back but I don’t let her. “You don’t understand. You never could.”
“Try me. Please, Jess. Explain it to me and I’ll leave you alone. I’ll let you live your life however you want, but just tell me why you’re with Coy.”
I don’t know if she will. I can almost see the war inside her. “You think I’m good but I’m not.”