She took a step towards him and he let her come. She ran her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, pushing his shirt off. He let it drop to the floor. She laid her head on his chest and he was unable to resist his hand moving up to thread through her rose gold tresses.

“I’m over him, Brian,” she said softly. “I promise you, I don’t want Nathan.” She tipped her head up to him. “I want you.”

He crashed his lips down onto hers, wanting to brand her, wanting to ...