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it?”
    Confused by Owen’s question, Constantine glanced up at Owen, but he even more bewildered by the hesitant look on the man’s face, the way Owen wouldn’t quite meet his eyes. “Mean what?”
    “That you would have loved me?” Owen asked softly.
    Shock rocked through Constantine as he realized Owen had heard him speaking mentally. He watched Owen’s fingers twist a paper napkin around in his hand and tear off little pieces. He still wouldn’t meet Constantine ’s eyes. The answer meant a lot to Owen, Constantine could tell.
    “Yes, I meant every word.”
    “Why?” Owen snapped his eyes up and stared intently into Constantine ’s.
    “Why…why would I have loved you?”
    “Yes.” Owen balled up the napkin in his fist and tossed it down onto the table. “You don’t know me. How can you say you would have loved me when you don’t know a damn thing about me?”
    “Because everything about you calls to me, the way you look, the way you smell, even the way you think, as confusing as it is to me. I see you, and all I want to do is hold you in my arms and keep you safe from the evils of the world, evils I am well acquainted with.”
    Owen looked shocked. Constantine decided to be brutally honest with him. He leaned forward, rested on his elbows, and clasped his hands together then looked across the table at Owen.
    “And then I want to strip you naked and fuck you until you can’t walk.”
    Owen blinked. His mouth opened, then snapped closed. He licked his lips and opened his mouth again. Constantine watched, fascinated by the play of emotions he could see crossing Owen’s pale face. Owen didn’t know how to respond, Constantine could see that.
    “The fact that I don’t remember being with you, that most of our time together is a haze in my mind, drives me crazy. I know we had sex. I know I took your virginity. I don’t know how your skin tastes, if you glow with the flush of desire when I touch you, or how your body moves under mine.”
    “Christ! You have to stop talking that way.” Owen groaned and rubbed his hands over his red face.
    “Why?” Constantine asked. “It’s true.”
    “Because wanting to have sex with you isn’t the problem, Constantine .”
    Desire shone in Owens eyes and he licked his lips again. It warred with the anxiety that almost overshadowed the desire.
    “It’s the trusting you with my heart that comes with me giving you my body that’s the problem.”
    “Yeah, I guess I didn’t do very well with either, did I?”
    Owen’s snort was callous and felt like a stab right to Constantine ’s heart. He rested his hands down to the table and glanced down at them. His heart started to ache again, and just when he thought he might be making headway with Owen.
    Constantine dropped his head down and closed his eyes. He pushed his hands beneath the edge of the table so Owen couldn’t see them clench into fists. “Okay, Owen, I get it. I fucked up, and you can’t forgive me.”
    Constantine took a deep breath then opened his eyes and raised his head to look across at his mate. “As soon as I know it’s safe, you can go. I won’t stop you.” Constantine got up from the table and started across the room to the bathroom. He needed to be alone to lick his open, bleeding wounds.
    “That’s it? You’re just going to pat me on the head and send me on my way?”
    “What in the hell do you want me to say, Owen?” Constantine spun around to glare at the man. Owen was ripping his heart out of his chest with each word he spoke. “I know I hurt you. I told you I was sorry. There’s nothing else I can do if you won’t forgive me.”
    “It’s not that I won’t forgive you, just…you hurt me, Constantine.”
    “I know, and there is nothing I can ever do to fix that,” Constantine said sadly. “I was in bloodlust, out of my mind. I didn’t know what I was doing. If I hadn’t been injured, I never would have hurt you like that, I swear.”
    “I don’t mean physically.