“I had to take countless cold showers, thinking of you every night. You were so close to me, but I couldn’t touch you. Those nights and days were a torture for me.” Pulling me forward, he moved me against his hardness. My lips parted at the sensation. “You feel that, my rose? What you do to me? What pain you make me go through every fucking day with just a simple glance of yours?”

Closing my eyes, I leaned into him and felt his touch, his kisses, his warmth.

“You tortured me for years in my dreams,” he murmured.

At this, my eyes snapped open as a very troublesome question popped up in my head. Moving away slightly, I looked at him.

“How could I torture you in these years?” I felt a squeeze in my heart at the thought of some other woman touching him. “You—you didn’t have anyone to…”

Cupping my chin, he stared deep in my eyes. “There was no one in my life since college. Not even a single date. There was only you in my heart, baby. Only you.”

I was both touched and surprised at his admission. But then I couldn’t stop myself from asking another question.

“H-how many girls were you with in college and high school?” I knew I shouldn’t be jealous of the affairs he had in his past, but it still pricked me.

A brow of his raised. “Where is this coming from? I thought we were going to do something hot…” His hand crawled up to my chest, but I slapped it away.

“Answer my question.” My eyes narrowed. I wanted to know how many girls he slept with, where he was the only man who touched me. I just hoped the number wasn’t too high. But with his Greek god looks, I didn’t think girls were decent enough to keep their distance.

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He let out a sigh. “Two.”

It wasn’t much, but it still managed to sting. Biting my lip, I nodded and looked away.

This was ridiculous. It was in his past. Then why did I want to murder those girls who got to have him?

Pressing his forehead against mine, he held my gaze. “It was when you left for New York. Even for just some time, I thought to let you go. I wanted to forget you so you can live your life happily. So, for that, I thought other girls could help me. Even if deep down, I knew I couldn’t last long until I finally lost it and ran back to see you.” He placed a kiss in between my brows. “And it happened. I could stretch it only for one month until I lost it. I knew no one could take the place of my Rosebud. Nor could I live without loving her, without seeing her.”