This was twisted. He couldn't possibly be contemplating a relationship with her. Her words twisted something inside him, though, and he brought his hand up to tip her chin towards him so she was meeting his gaze.
"We've had this conversation," he reminded her. "Did either of us really think it was going to change? That somehow, we'd get enough of each other and be able to go our separate ways?" Sighing, he sat back in his chair, shaking his head. "I'd hoped, but obviously it did no good, because you're in my head. You're under my skin."