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didn’t see an ounce of fat anywhere.
    Who was this buff man? I guess I should have noticed his strength when he’d held me up against the wall in that room upstairs at his mothers house. My body began responding to the memory, thighs clenching as my nipples tightened. It was too bad I’d marked him as off-limits to myself because I really wanted to jump his bones right now.
    Clearing my throat to make my presence known, he glanced up just as he started using the shirt to dry his chest. The towel gripped in my outstretched hand, I watched, my body stiff, as he took the few steps forward to grab it. Then the man had the audacity to wink at me while doing so.
    “Thanks, honey.”
    I didn’t bother correcting his use of the endearment. My emotions were already raw, the sight of him half naked in my living room throwing me for a loop. I hadn’t expected him to follow me, to want answers so badly that he’d come all this way to squeeze them out of me.
    He had come all this way for me.
    Attempting to make friendly conversation, I put my hands behind my back and looked down at the floor. “So, I guess you work out huh? When did that happen?”
    “About a month after you left. I thought maybe if I buffed up, I’d find me another girlfriend quick.”
    Ouch. I guess I deserved that. But I could give as good as I got and I did so with ferocity in my voice. “Looks like that didn’t work out so well for you, considering you’re still single and all.”
    Stefan’s bark of laughter had me looking up from the floor and to his face. It didn’t stop there though.
    With lightning speed, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against his body. Stiffening, I put my arms against his chest and pushed, but as I’d guessed, the effort was futile.
    He had me trapped. He’d come all the way to my place and I’d been dumb enough to let him in.
    “Relax,” he suggested gently, the deep, velvety soft timbre of his voice sending shivers down my spine. “I know you want me.”
    A thread of desire twisted through me at his words. I ignored it.
    Instead I scoffed and let out a laugh of my own. “You wish.”
    Dropping the towel to the floor, he wrapped his hand in my hair and pulled slightly, baring my neck but keeping his eyes on mine.
    “Knock it off, Ellie. Just admit you want me and I’ll let you go.”
    “I don’t believe you,” I whispered shakily. “You followed me all the way home. I thought I’d escaped then.”
    “Mistake number one,” he murmured back. “Tell me you want me.”
    “No,” I said, even though my statement was false and we both knew it. “I don’t want you. Let me go and leave me be.”
    “Liar. Now it’s I who doesn’t believe you.”
    Sliding his hand down to my ass, he yanked me flush to his frame, his arousal evident against my belly.
    “I want you Ellie. I’ve always wanted you and I’ve finally decided to do something about it. I’ve spent five long years craving you and your delicious body. I’ll be damned if I’m going to pass up a chance to have you all to myself, to convince you that we’re good for each other. Meant for each other.”
    I whimpered, unable to do anything as the emotion in his voice elicited butterflies in my tummy and a speeding up of my heart.
    Trouble with a capital T stood in my apartment, holding me captive in his embrace, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to escape.
    ~*~
    Here in the familiar warmth of his arms, I wasn’t sure what to do. What to say.
    I didn’t know his objective here. He wanted me? I couldn’t figure out why he wanted me when he’d already had me. Six years ago, he’d proposed and I’d say yes, with every intention of becoming his wife. Of sharing our futures together.
    And while I suffer with all my pain, pain I couldn’t share even though I’d tried, he’d walked away.
    Why did he his words and wishes now deserve any consideration?
    Because you owe him and you know it. You should have told him.
    Scowling at my own thoughts,