I wanted to slap the smirk from his face. I wanted to plant kisses all over it. I wanted to smash the water glass and shove its broken shards into his chiseled cheekbones. Instead, I slumped into the chair across from him. My emotions with this man had never been crystal clear.

Tom’s voice turned sift and husky. “Jen, please. Don’t break my heart.”
My calm, cool exterior shattered to the floor. I banged my fist onto the table and shot to my feet. Tears burst down my cheeks. “Why did you have to come back into my life, you ...you . . ?” My knees wobbled.
Strong arms scooped me up and drew me to him. I buried my head into the crux of his shoulder. His heartbeat pounded in my ear. One hand stroked my hair, the other the small of my back. As we gently swayed to our love’s own tune, I prayed he’d never let me go again.