"I remember," Eve whispered.
Dimitri turned her around to face him, his hands still on her waist, his eyes dark and intense. "You were so drunk that night. So broken. And I wanted you so badly I could barely stand it."
"You saved me," Eve said.
"I took advantage of you," Dimitri corrected, but there was no guilt in his voice, just acknowledgment of what had been true in that moment.
"No," Eve said, reaching up to touch his face. "You gave me a reason to stop thinking about Simon. You made me feel wanted. You made me feel like I mattered to someone."
Dimitri kissed her then, deep and thorough, and it tasted like memory and ownership and something that had evolved into genuine love over the months between then and now.
"I do want you," he said against her mouth. "Every single day. Every moment I'm not with you, I'm thinking about getting back to you."
