me, Chris, and I want to keep you where you should
be . . . which isn't in my bed!"
Then he had me in his arms, and I couldn't help
but cling to him with my cheek pressed against his
thudding heart. He was having a hard time controlling
his tears. I wanted him to forget . . . but every second
he held me hard against him raised his hopes, and he
was aroused! And he was the one who thought we
could live platonically together! "Let me go, Chris. If
you love me for the rest of your life, keep it to
yourself; I never want to hear about it again! I love
Paul, and nothing you say will keep me from marrying
him t"
"You're lying to yourself," he choked, holding
me tighter. "I see you watching me before you turn
your eyes his way. You want me, and you want him You want everyone, and everything! Don't ruin Paul's life when already he's suffered enough! He's too old for you--and age does count! He'll be old and dried up sexually when you're at your peak! Why even Julian
would be better!"
"You are one big fool if you believe that!" "Then I'm a fool! I've always been a fool,
haven't I? When I put my love and trust in you that
was the biggest mistake of my life, wasn't it? You are
just as heartless, in your own way, as our mother! You
want every man who appeals to you, regardless of the
consequences . . . but I would let you have whomever
you wanted, as long as you always came back to me." "Christopher, you're jealous because I found
someone to love before you did! And don't stand there
and glare your icy blue eyes at me--for you've had
plenty of affairs! I know you've slept with Yolanda
Lange, and God knows how many others. And what
did you tell them? You told them you loved them too!
Well I don't love you now! I love Paul, and there's not