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Just because I can't take my eyes off
you, I don't want you to think that's all I'm about." I picked at
my nails, not wanting him to see the pain that rushed to the
surface. "I'm not just some sex crazed nympho."
    "Melissa, I love every part of you. The stubborn
part, the sensual part, the part that put everything else on pause
to take a moment to appreciate the view back in the bedroom."
    I met his eyes just in time for a stupid tear to
escape from my eyes and race down my cheek. I swiped it away
angrily, holding up a hand to stop him from coming to my rescue.
"I'm fine. Really."
    "Uh huh." His voice was low, but the sarcasm came
through loud and clear. He waited expectantly for a few minutes,
not saying a word, until he sighed and turned to the fridge. He
pulled out meat and cheese. "Mayo? Mustard?"
    "Just mayo," I answered softly. I still wasn't ready
to answer the real question. If I told him what was going on, I'd
have to admit that I was still picking up the broken pieces that
Jason left. If I thought tears would ruin the after sex glow,
mentioning my ex would kill it dead.
    I pushed off the counter, flashing him a smile that
he missed because he was concentrating on opening the bread. His
eyes were narrowed and pensive, like he was defusing a bomb.
    "Need a hand?" I said, forcing some cheer in my
voice.
    He passed me the bread and grabbed two plates. "I
know I haven't done this in awhile, so I could be a little rusty."
He put the plates side by side. "What we have is a relationship
instead of an arrangement. But it's not always hot sex and cuddling
if memory serves. The relationship part means we talk about the
hard and uncomfortable. We're supposed to be there for each
other."
    I dropped two pieces of bread on one plate. "I
know."
    He put both hands on the counter, putting the
sandwiches on the back burner. "How about I start? I built my
company up from nothing. We were barely a blip on the radar, and
now we’re a multi-billion dollar corporation. With all this shit
with Delilah, the board is pressuring me into taking an extended
vacation."
    My heart went out to him. "I'm sorry, babe." I worked
in marketing--image was everything. If you Googled Mason
Acquisitions a few months ago, you would have gotten a totally
different result than now.
    He gave me a sad smile and turned back to the jar of
mayo, stabbing his knife into the container and slapping the mayo
onto the piece of bread. "I'm just trying to make the best of the
hand I've been dealt. Damage control."
    "I get it." I arranged the bread side by side and
stepped back. "I know all this drama with Delilah is probably
reminding you why you don't get all tangled up with someone--"
    "I'm glad that I'm tangled up with you."
    As if I could fall for this guy any harder, he combed
his fingers through my hair and kissed the tip of my nose, our
foreheads touching while he stroked my cheek. "You're the only
thing keeping me together right now."
    I wasn't sure if it was his eyes or the sheer
nearness of him, but the words came rushing from my mouth.
    "I’ve been thinking about Jason."
    Logan reared back like I'd just spit on him.
"What?"
    "Oh no!" I said, realizing that sentence alone
sounded really bad. "It's not like that. Me and Jason? We're done.
Period. But he's still there. Lurking beneath the surface." I
needed to do something with my hands, so I started piling the meat
on the bread. "I got so used to feeling like sex and desire was
routine. Not as important as love. Sex was just something we did.
And for me to want it all of the time, to want him to be aggressive
and take me, use my body for his pleasure--it was the ultimate
sin." I closed the sandwich, wishing I could close that chapter of
my life. Wishing it was that easy. "Being with you...I love every
minute of it. I just don't want to screw it up." My nostrils
flared, a terrible thought scratching through my mind. "I just got
you back, if I lost you again-"
    He pulled me back where I belonged, head against