CHAPTER 53

I didn"t come to New York to tell Emily Carlton I love her. I came because I couldn"t let her go off to see some dickhead who hurt her without having backup. I know I"ve been that dickhead, but I won"t be him this time. She"s flushed in the hall lights, a warm, lush shade that makes me want to kiss her everywhere. I want to capture her with my hands, my mind, so I can have her like this whenever I want. "My heart has been yours since you walked into the pool house to steal my towel senior year at Oakwood," I continue. Emily"s lips part, those amber eyes blinking as she sucks in a slow breath. If she tells me to leave, I will. I"ll walk out of here and never come back, never insert myself into her life again when she hasn"t asked for it. Instead, she holds out a hand. "Give me your phone." I take it out, unlocking it for her. She opens my contacts and hits a number, telling the driver downstairs he can leave. Her meaning sinks