You dont fucking get it, do you, Sparks? Out of sheer frustration, Ben thwacked the wall with his hand. Hard. So hard his palm stung. I love you. I am so goddamned, madly in love with you, I cant see straight. Bens voice resonated through the offices, echoed in his own ears. Youre the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I imagine before I fall asleep. I dream about you. Every single night. I live to see you, at the office, at home, anywhere. I just need to see your face. Hold your body. Touch your skin. I need you, Mel. More than I need air. You cant walk away from me. You cant love someone else. He gulped in a breath and almost choked on the emotion clogging his throat, so when he spoke again his voice was scratchy, and much, much softer. I screwed up. I made you choose. And Im sorry. So desperately, pathetically sorry for that. But I cant let you go. I cant let him have you, because youre mine. You were made for me, like I was made for you. Were two peas in a pod, sweetness. Were the same, you and I. Were meant to be together.