No, I heard it wrong. It’s not possible. The scent of wildflowers fills the air as Haley skims her fingers along my biceps. It’s a tickling touch, pleasurable enough to heat my blood and awaken parts that should remain silent. “I like you,” she says. “When it comes to you, everyone else has it wrong.” Haley wraps her hand around my wrist and as much as I want to ignore the truth, I can’t. “I’ve made mistakes,” I say. “Big ones.” “So have I. You’re not the only one who’s messed up. You told me once to let you know when I was ready for us to be a couple...” She trails off and my brows rise. “Are you sure about this? About me? Us?” “I’m scared.” She sucks in a breath and her hand trembles. “Matt and I didn’t work out.” The need to protect her sweeps through me. I cup her face and slide my fingers over her cheeks.
