Chapter 33

Ever since they had shared those tequila shots, he had felt that Cassie was someone he could fall in love with and that he would desire something more than a casual relationship. He had dabbled in the notion of looking for her when she hadn't phoned, but he had no leads. Not even her name had been revealed to him. Now he had another chance to show her that something truly remarkable was occurring between them. She was just here with him to enrage her ex, though, since she was still very much infatuated with him. With all that baggage lingering in her life, there was no way he could win, and it would have been better for him to just walk away. This, although theoretically reasonable, was completely absurd if he entered the same room as her. Every time he felt the urge to touch her, to smell her flowers, to feel the warmth of her body next to his, his barriers crumbled. He was helpless in her presence, and he fucked and enjoyed it. Did that mean he was a masochist in some way? He gave a