The Unraveling of Leah Garcia
That was when I saw it, the look of regret and sadness in her eyes.
I pulled away like I'd been burned and cleared my throat. "I'm sorry,"
She sighed, leaning into her seat. "It's fine, Declan."
"I shouldn't have done that," I said, ashamed of myself.
Leah looked away, avoiding my gaze. "I think we should talk before we do anything physical. Sex was never a problem between us, communication was."
Desire surged through me at the mention of our sex life. Memories flooded in, Leah in my bed, in my shower. I shook my head, banishing the dangerous thoughts.