Wanted by Her Lost Love

her.Like a bucket of ice water, that thought quashedany desire she had to surrender to his lovemaking.He must have sensed her withdrawal because hedrew away, looking at her in confusion.“I can’t do this,” she said, scrambling to sit up onthe bed. “Not knowing what you think of me.”The words caught and raggedly slipped from herlips. Drawing protective arms around her chest, shesat on the rumpled covers watching him warily.“Don’t stare at me like you expect me to pounce,”he said in disgust. “I am not into unwilling women.”He left the room, slamming the door solidly behindhim.Feeling more alone than she had when she lefthim the first time, she edged off the bed and walkedinto the bathroom to splash cool water on her flushedface.She stared back at her reflection and saw theutter misery in her eyes. Tears welled. Her chest hurt.Her heart hurt. This was no way to live.She wouldn’t beg him to believe her. She’dalready done that. On her knees no less. What was