Tessa’s POV
“Tess—”
“I’m serious, Joseph,” I said, cutting off whatever he was about to say. “Are you seriously going to sit there and tell me you didn’t feel anything when we kissed? Was it that meaningless to you?”
“We’ve both had a little too much to drink,” he said, shaking his head as he stared down at the wine glass. “It’s probably better if we—”
“I will never have the courage to say any of this sober,” I told him, keeping my eyes locked on the side of his face. “Do you regret that kiss?”
“Yes,” he said meeting my eyes.
It felt like someone had stabbed me in the heart. I couldn’t stop the tears from filling my eyes. I looked away from him so he wouldn’t see them as well.
“But not for the reason you are thinking,” he continued. “The life that I live is a dangerous one. It’s not
