Allyson's POV
Michael was absolutely right.
Damn it, I despised admitting that he was right.
I couldn't continue this charade of pretending nothing had ignited between us last night. Not after what nearly consumed us both on that porch before Reagan interrupted. This burning attraction wasn't something I could simply sweep aside and ignore.
It rattled me completely.
No matter how desperately I tried, I couldn't escape this pull between us.
My concentration had been shattered since it happened. Maybe I did want him to suffer. To experience even a small piece of the agony I endured when he abandoned me, when he discarded me like some unwanted burden.
But now, studying the torment carved into his features and hearing the raw desperation in his voice as he insisted we needed to talk, something deep inside me softened.
He was staring at me with those dark, intense eyes, waiting and tense, as if preparing for another rejection. Ready to battle if I pushed him away once more.
