Total pages in book: 230
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
And he was almost never full-sized around me, not since, well, two years ago.
When we arrived at Hotel Good Fae, Tink headed off to the cafeteria while I went to Tanner’s office and waited for Caden. I had no idea how Tink stayed as fit as he did when I swore if he wasn’t talking, he was eating something.
Must be brownie metabolism.
Taking a shallow breath, I roamed around Tanner’s office, too antsy to sit down. Okay, I wasn’t antsy. I was….
I was feeling a thousand different things. Disbelief. Anger. Shock, and then under that, under all of that, there was also anticipation.
Anticipation that had everything to do with Caden.
I rolled my eyes as I walked over to the window, ignoring the dull twinge in my side. There was a bubbling giddiness that made me feel at least a decade younger. Was that what love—
“Stop,” I told myself and then I laughed, because telling myself to stop thinking what I’d already thought was kind of pointless.
I smoothed my hands over my hair, which felt weird against my neck. I was so used to wearing it up, but Caden had said….
He’d said he liked my hair down.
Actually, he’d used far more eloquent words than that. What had he said? My hair was like—
The door opened in that moment and I spun toward it.
Caden walked in, closing the door behind him, and as he looked over at me, seeming to know exactly where I stood, I got a little lost in… well, in staring at him.
Shamefully lost.
He’d changed, too. Wearing a white dress shirt tucked into a pair of tailored black slacks, he actually looked like a prince—a mouthwatering prince.
And he’d kissed me—really kissed me.
How crazy was that?
Totally insane.
Biting down on my lower lip, I tried to stop the grin from racing across my face so I didn’t look crazy. I lost that battle as I started toward him, wanting to hug him—okay, I actually wanted to kiss him again. And I could do that, right? He’d kissed me and, well, he’d done more than that earlier, and—
“Do we have a moment?” he asked, and my smile slowly slipped from my face as I stopped. There was something… off about his tone. Empty. Cold? And his expression was utterly blank.
The sense of dread from the car ride rose as I swallowed. “Yeah, we have a couple of minutes.”
His gaze flickered over my face before settling on the window. “I just wanted… to make sure we have an understanding between us.”
“An understanding about what?” The dread gave way to a strange buzzing in my ears, adding a surreal element to all of this.
“About us.”
I started to sit down, but found I couldn’t move. “About us?” I repeated dumbly.
Still not looking at me, he nodded. “I know we have shared… intimacies, mostly under extreme circumstances, and we share this attraction.”
Incapable of moving, all I could do was stand there as what felt like a fist reached into my chest and squeezed. That was how I knew what he was about to say. My heart already knew.
“I think you’re incredibly brave, foolishly so at times,” he continued, and a rush of prickly heat crept up the back of my neck. “You’re intelligent and kind, and your beauty rivals that of the sun.”
I sucked in a shaky breath. All of that sounded… sounded wonderful and beautiful and something I felt like I’d been waiting my whole life to hear, but…
I knew where this was going.
“Stop,” I whispered, voice embarrassingly hoarse. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I do,” he said, and I closed my eyes against the sudden, unwanted burn. “You are a treasure, Brighton.”
“Okay,” I laughed, the sound coarse to my own ears. “I’m a treasure?”
“You are.” His voice softened.
I opened my eyes and I hated that. Hated how his expression wasn’t void of emotion anymore. It was strained and tense and his gaze was conflicted.
Pressing my lips together, I dragged my hand through my hair as the wind seemed to whoosh out of my lungs.
“I don’t want things to be awkward between us,” he said, and another laugh crawled up my throat.
I turned back to him. “Why would it be awkward, Caden?”
He flinched at the sound of his name. “Because what we had, whatever that was, it wasn’t real. It was an act that… that got out of hand.”
There it was.
He wasn’t beating around the bush anymore, but I didn’t understand. I knew what he was saying, but it didn’t make sense.
“You told me it was real.” I managed to keep my voice steady. “You even called me out when I lied about how I felt. You said you wanted me. You just kissed me. You said you—”
“The physical part was real. How could it not be? You’re beautiful and I’m—”
“And you’re a man, and that’s just how it goes? Really?” My eyes widened. “That’s how you’re going to play this? There was just a physical attraction and that’s all?”