“I don’t walk into any situation without doing my research. I don’t like to be blindsided.”
I winced. “Except by me.”
“I knew your father wanted something to happen between you and Sal. I knew you thought you were in love with him.”
“Then why didn’t you confront my dad or me?”
“Would it have mattered?”
I thought about my frame of mind in the month before I took off. I was so focused on Sal and evading my father, I didn’t see what was right in front of my face until the very end. By that time, my emotions were all over the place and I couldn’t think clearly. Running seemed like the only option. “No.”
“I didn’t think so.”
His attention adjusted to my bright red mouth and a wave of dizziness moved through me. My belly knotted into a jumble of attraction, nervousness, and fear. I didn’t have a clue whether it was his heady scent or the alcohol still in my system, but an inexplicable prodding force implored me to kiss him. While I wanted to blame it on the fact that it had been over a year since anyone’s lips had touched mine, I knew better.
I angled my upper body closer to him, halving the distance between us until his mouth was only a hairsbreadth from mine. My lips tingled with the need to seize the moment, and God forgive me but I wanted him so bad if only to remember why he held me captive from the second my eyes landed on his the night of our engagement party.
I gathered my courage and slid my fingers across his lips. “Do you ever wonder what it would’ve been like if I hadn’t left? Would there still be this pull between us?”
“Fuck. Fuck, Emilia. This isn’t…” He stopped mid-sentence and angled his body backward, his attention focused over my head. “Don’t mistake me accompanying you here for wanting you again. I made a promise to your grandfather. That’s all this is about. Whatever we did or didn’t have is long gone. You moved on and I followed your lead,” he barked, peering at the simple silver band on my hand. I had no clue why I hadn’t taken it off. It didn’t mean anything and maybe it never had.