Chapter Eighteen
Bloody hell, had I really said all that? The things that had taken place since boarding the yacht had led to a dunk in the sea for me and now, as I’d begged for Marie’s forgiveness, I’d also poured my heart out. Short of telling her I loved her, she couldn’t possibly doubt my feelings for her.
Do I love her? I stooped and propped my chin on her smooth, bare shoulder and set to thinking. Everything that had happened between us—was it just s*x and fondness? Or was there more to it? It had all happened so fast, my mind was spinning.
My heart rate increased. There had to be more to it. The way I’d behaved, the way I’d pretended to be okay with her dating Peter when really I wasn’t, the way I wanted to throttle any man who was even a hairsbreadth more than platonic with her.
