Pulling away from his kiss, she fought until he let go of her, his hands falling at his sides. He looked defeated, his hair spiking wildly on his head. “I’m sorry,” he repeated once more. “I know, Nick, it’s okay.” “It’s not. Look at you!” She blinked, unsure of what he meant. “What’s wrong with me?” “You’re holding yourself back. You obviously don’t want me to kiss you and I get that. I get it. I was rough with you earlier. I didn’t take care of you or your needs. I suck. I really do.” He plopped down on the side of the bed and clasped his head in both hands. Again. Shit! Leah groaned inwardly. Kneeling in front of him, she tugged at his hands until he was looking up at her. “I just don’t think we should be doing this, Nick. I mean, it’s obvious you love someone else. I don’t want to be hurt. And I will be if I stay here.” “I don’t love her,” he replied, his tone earnest, and yet she knew he was lying. “Nick.” She traced his knuckles with her fingertips, her eyes following the movements of her fingers.
