" You were mine first,” he murmured gravelly. His head dropped toward mine as he tilted mine back with his hand twisted in my hair almost painfully. Hard and soft, everything I’d been cravi—Declan, Declan, Declan! “I was never yours,” I whispered just before his lips could touch mine. Jentry’s features hardened, and this time when I pushed, he didn’t try to keep me there. He ran his hands over his face and took a few steps away from me until he bumped into a wall. When he dropped his hands and opened his eyes, the indecision I felt coursing through my own body was playing out on his face. Guilt for what we’d done and what I still felt. Love for the man outside. And a soul-deep longing for the one in front of me. “A night?” I asked, bringing up our conversation from last night. His dark eyes flashed. “You and I both know it wasn’t just a night, Aurora. We knew it then, too. And that one night with you will never be enough.” Never . . . “But it has to be,” I whispered, and turned to escape his stare though my soul screamed for more of his touch. I "

― Molly McAdams , I See You