Instead I went back to the night that changed everything. I grabbed Casey a little more roughly than I intended. I was tired of waiting, tired of trying to be the good guy. I wasn’t a good guy and it was best if she knew that right now. There was nothing remotely noble or gallant in my nature. I had plenty women who would attest to that fact. But I was trying. And I wanted to be good for her. To her. Still, enough was enough. My fingers laced through the belt loops of her jeans and I pulled her toward me. “I want you, Casey,” I told her. “Tell me now if you don’t feel the same way.” A flash of something passed over her face when she said, “I do want this, but—” I cut her off right there. “No,” I said. “No over thinking this. No flimsy excuses or second guessing. I can’t take any more. In about ten seconds, I’m going to take what I wanted that first time I saw you.
