So we said we weren’t going there,” he repeated, and she wasn’t sure if it was disappointment or relief when he let her go and turned away.
“Actually,” she said to his back. His bare back. Tanned. Sleek. Ripped with strength. “You said that we weren’t going to go there. Because even though you’re leaving and it was so awful, I still want to. Go there, that is.

Autore: Jill Shalvis