Burning Passion: Love Never Die

om In the men’s room, Blair was in the same situation as Niles had been not Long before. Wesley Locked her in the same stall and played with a cigarette in his hand, rolling it between his fingers. “I’m a jerk?” he asked. “Aren’t you?” she asked in reply. Her heart started racing when they were in such a small stall alone. “So you hate me now?” he asked. This woman was infuriating. Hot and cold running love. “No.” “Really?” “I don’t hate you.” Wesley heaved a sigh of relief. But what Blair said next made him frown again. “I don’t hate you because I don’t love you anymore.” “So quickly?’ He found it unbelievable. Seeing her round doe eyes, he suddenly had an impulse to kiss her. Wesley shook his head in an attempt to drive the mad thought out of his mind. He unlocked the door and said, “Fine. You can go.” Blair, however, didn’t move. It had been six months. Now she and Wesley were in confined quarters again. She felt they were surrounded by romance, even though this was the men’s room. An inappropriate place, to be sure. “Any regrets?” she asked. Wesley stopped playing with the cigarette. “No,” he said simply without even raising his head. Blair didn’t know whether he was telling the truth or not. “The Wesley I know is upright and honest, and he is the enemy of all evils. He wouldn’t lie. Now, I’m going to ask one more time. Any regrets?” she said.