Free Distinction: The Distraction Trilogy #3 by A. E. Murphy

just buy a new one. I have to go.”
    “You have plans?”
    “Yes,” I sigh heavily and pinch the bridge of my nose. “I’ll see you later.”
    “With who?” He follows me to the door and presses his hand against it, stopping me from leaving.
    I tug on the door but it doesn’t budge. For fucks sake. “Why do you want to know so badly?”
    “I just do.”
    “Isaac…” I tug on the door again.
    “What are your plans?”
    “Enough…”
    His chest presses against my back as he moves closer. Why is he doing this? His heat is killing me. My head lolls forward as spasms of pleasure erupt through me at his touch.
    “Stay.” He pushes and with delicate fingers he brushes my hair to one side. “Don’t go yet.”
    Goosebumps break out over the skin he just touched. They spread down my arms and sides. I feel drugged on this wave of euphoria I’m riding.
    His hand then goes to my hip and pushes the fabric of my shirt up slightly. I feel the pads of his fingers gently smooth over the naked skin and almost lose it. A heavy shudder racks through my body, so heavy I know he sees it and feels it.
    “No.” I shake my head and slowly twist in his arms, pushing at his chest though it’s weak and not very convincing. “Don’t ruin a good day.”
    “I’m not going to ruin a good day.”
    I have a horrible feeling that he is. His blue eyes dilate. I know that look. I know that look so fucking well and holy crap it makes me wetter than I’ve been in a really long time. Pressing my thighs together does nothing to help it. I ache. I ache in remembrance of what this man can do to my body. It’s been so fucking long.
    “Isaac,” I say, my voice breathy with the need I’m trying to hide.
    “I’ve missed you, Elle.” He admits, his tone heady with emotion.
    No… “I have to go.”
    His hand cups my cheek. “Everything…”
    “Don’t.” I beg, gripping his arms as fear spikes in me. I’m scared he’s about to go down a path I want no part of.
    “We all just fell back together. Maybe…” Oh my god… no. “Maybe we should give it another shot. We’re still married. That’s got to count for something.”
    I’m frozen to the spot, hearing what he says but unable to respond.
    “I’ve missed you. I don’t think you know how much.”
    Oh my god.
    His eyes, round with sorrow and hope scan my face. My heart begins to palpitate. My palms become sweaty and tears spring to my eyes when he inches forward slowly. I feel his minty breath against my sensitive skin.
    Soft lips touch mine. I remember these lips. I remember the first time I kissed these lips. I remember every time I kissed these lips. I definitely remember how badly I wanted to kiss these lips before I ever got the chance in the first place.
    But I also remember the pain. The heartache. I remember how quickly our marriage fell apart and I remember why. I remember the venom that spewed forth from these lips and crushed me into nothing.
    Sometimes the good isn’t worth the bad.
    This time the good definitely isn’t worth the bad.
    As his tongue teases the seam of my lips, begging for access, his hands hold me tight.
    My own hand pushes up between us and clamps over his mouth. I shove with all of my strength and send him stumbling back a few steps, looking startled. “No!”
    “Elle…”
    “I don’t want that again.”
    “We could…”
    My trembling hands clench into fists by my sides. “No. I’m not going back. There’s no going back.”
    He reaches for me. “Let me explain. You just need to listen…”
    “I don’t want to.” I go to open the door, but his hand snags my wrist.
    “Elle… you need to…”
    “I said I don’t want to!” I shout, effectively silencing him. “I don’t want this; I don’t want to be with you at all.”
    That hard mask that I know so well comes flying down. “Did you ever love me?” He moves towards me. “Tell me the truth… did you?”
    “What does it even matter, Isaac? We’re done. It’s been