He cupped my face between his hands. "Is it because Mac’s good looking to a fault, damned bastard or because I’m a moron, and read the signals wrong?" He steamrolled ahead before I could respond. "I get it, I’m the beast of jackass past and present, but I’m sure I didn’t read you wrong, Heather. Fuck..." Ry closed his eyes in pain.

Oh no, he’s doubting himself and me all because I didn’t follow my self-guided principles of right and wrong. "Kiss me," I whispered.

Author: Beth Mikell