I didn't know what was wrong with me. Every time things got intimate with Zachary, I'd pull back—held back by an inexplicable fear I couldn't overcome.

"Pushing me away again, Gracie?" Zachary sprawled lazily across the sofa, smirking. "Don't tell me you've got... issues?"

"Shut up, you're the one with issues," I shot back, then seized the opportunity. "But what if I did? Would you regret this?"

"Hell no." He grinned, mischief dancing in his eyes. ...