Augustus hesitated.
Only a heartbeat. Long enough for something inside me to sink.
"I'm saying we should never have allowed ourselves to become so carried away."
The kitchen fell silent except for the soft hum of the coffee maker.
I'd told him I loved being with him. I'd asked for more. And he'd answered as though our first night together were an error in judgment.
"I see."
"I didn't say I regret being with you."
"No," I said. "You said we shouldn't have done it the way we did."
"We should have considered the consequences. We barely know where we stand."
I stared at him. "Last night, you asked me to give us another chance."
"And I meant it."
"You brought me here. You told me you wanted me."
"I still do. That's not the point."
"Then what is?"
He glanced toward the clock above the counter. It was a tiny movement, probably unconscious, but I saw it.
His board briefing was approaching. I stood in his kitchen wearing his clothes, waiting for an answer.
