I get it. I fucked up with her. Fucked up phenomenally. But how am I supposed to apologize when she won’t even talk to me?

I slide off my stool and follow her. She’s standing at the sink, arms braced on the counter, head bowed. “Shay?”

She rolls her neck and sighs. “Easton, this is the women’s room.”

I nudge the door shut behind me and flip the lock. “I noticed.” I fold my arms. “I saw my chance and took it.”

She draws in a long breath. “Your chance for what? Creepy bathroom stalking?”

“My chance to talk to you alone. You’re avoiding me.”

Her eyes flash. “We have nothing to talk about.”

“Are you sure about that?” I stalk toward her. The pull to her is magnetic, and it’s a miracle I’ve kept my distance this long. Hell, it’s a miracle I ever let her go to begin with. “I can think of a lot of things we could talk about. Should we start with Paris or Chicago? Or maybe we should start with New Year’s Eve out at the lake?”

“None of the above.” She turns to me, her expression resigned as she leans a hip against the counter.

“Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you?”

“You missed me? Is this some alternate-facts shit? Because last I checked, you had my number. You could’ve called or sent me a fucking text message. You weren’t missing me. You were living your life.”

“I hated myself for missing you. I thought I needed to make it work with Scarlett.” I swallow and step closer. The truth burns my throat, searing off a piece of my pride. “I thought I could do it if you weren’t a choice. I thought I could get over you. I was wrong about all of it. No amount of time can change the way I feel about you.”

Her breath catches. “Easton—”

I slide my hand into her hair and skim my thumb across her bottom lip. “There wasn’t a single day that went by that I didn’t think about you.”

I lower my mouth to hers before she can reply. The first touch of my lips to hers, and everything snaps into place for me. This is what I want—where I want to be, where I belong. Her lips part on a gasp. I touch my tongue to hers, and she presses her palm to my chest.

“Fuck you.” She shoves me back—hard—and I stumble. “I didn’t say you could do that.”

Shaking my head, I force myself to back away another step. I didn’t come in here intending to touch her, and with my recklessness, she’s even less likely to talk to me.