“Candace--”
“I have to go,” I say stepping away from him.“I have to.”
I’m about to rush away when he grabs my arm.“We have to talk.”
Talk? I can’t talk when I don’t know what to talk about.
“No. I can’t talk to you.”
“Why the hell not?”
“You told me not to wait,” I retort and wrench my arm free from his grasp.“You told me I shouldn’t.”
Before he can say anything else, I walk out of the elevator and rush away from him.When I hear the elevator doors close taking him away from me my knees wobble.
I just kissed Dominic, and it wasn’t any old kiss either.It was everything, but what the hell am I supposed to do now?
I'm supposed to be moving on, but my damn body is still alive with the fire from his lips and the craving for him to fuck me.I can barely breathe or focus.
My heels click against the marble flooring as I take the corner.The sound isn't supposed to be loud but with my body sensitized from Dominic's touch, all my senses feel amplified a hundredfold.
God...
I stop short in the passageway and bring my hand to my heart.I clutch at the edge of my blouse and make a fist as the truth hits me with a problem I don't know if I can ignore.
I still want him.
I still want Dominic.
What is wrong with me?
What the hell is wrong with me?
It isn't like my reasons to be angry with him aren't valid.They are. Things between us are a fucking mess.But if I'm to cut past the shit and talk basics, the answer is I want him.
It was foolish of me to think I could move on.Hard reality hits me when I realize I’m not sure I can and that complicates things on so many levels.
How can I carry out this plan of mine with Jacques when I feel this way?