“Please don’t leave.”
The words were out before I could stop them, despite the fact that I knew I should just let her go. No matter how much that might save my sanity, though, I couldn’t stand seeing the hurt in Evie’s eyes. I had invited her over. She’d done nothing to deserve my shitty attitude besides accept my invitation.
Not to mention she had clearly been anticipating this as much as I had before I got Cullen’s texts, because she was dressed to the nines and looking dead sexy. Her black wrap dress accentuated every sleek curve, and my palms were itching to touch her.
She stared back at me, the indecision clear on her face. “You don’t really seem to be in the mood for company . . .”
“I’m a d**k sometimes. Surely we’ve known each other long enough that we can both admit it,” I said
