Travis kissed me again, only deeper this time, and my legs nearly gave out. I brought my arms to his side, and he shivered at my touch. The thought that I could make this man shiver made me smile. Yet somehow, I managed to say what I knew I should. “Travis, I can't."
“You can't what?" he asked, sprinkling kisses down the sides of my lips and across my chin. “Go with what's meant to be? Because you know we are?"
“But I'm with Kris—"
I stopped mid-sentence when his lips froze where they were—on my neck and his entire body nearly shook as it went stiff.
“The only reason you're with Kris," Travis said against my neck before glancing up and our eyes locked. “Is because I f****d up, okay? I'm sorry, but I had s**t I needed to work out with my old man. It's too long to explain now, but I also
