Billionaire's Regret: His Ex-Wife Returns From The Dead
“Nectar, isn’t this extreme? Fine, I like you. When I invited you here, I tried to convince myself I was doing it for work. I tried to fight the feelings, but they just won’t go away.”
Why fight them, then? If the feelings are there, why not just acknowledge them?
“So what’s your problem?” I ask calmly as my talons retract.
Blank reaches to set the mug on the side stool. “The age difference bothers me, and you’re Zeath’s daughter.”
I huff. “Like you said, I’m an adult. It’s not like I’m sixteen. And I’m not moved by stupid fantasies.”
Without thinking twice, I lift my left knee onto the hand rest of Blank’s couch, my hands cupping his face as I bend down to give him another kiss.