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“Are you insane, August? What are you doing, climbing up here? You could’ve died. You can’t be in here.”
“I’ve got something for you,” he says proudly – cheekily ignoring my comments - before producing a present wrapped up with a bow.
I study the box as he eagerly passes it to me.
“And what is this?” I ask him in disbelief.
“Open it,” he replies. “I want to see your expression when you see it.”
I sigh but do as he says. I tear the wrapping paper away to reveal a branded shoe box and, inside, a pair of brand-spanking-new expensive-looking ballet shoes.
“What... what are these?” I ask, my voice shaking with shock.
“New ballet shoes,” August says. “For you, Emma. From me. Happy birthday.”
“These are really, really nice,” I whisper. “They must have cost a lot...”
But before I can get any more words out, August is kissing me.
And it’s as amazing and as heart-meltingly good as it was the first time he did so. His lips meet mine and I instantly melt. He towers above me, but he’s leaning down in such a cute way to reach my face. His hand brushes through my hair, making my knees weak. I’m completely lost.
Our lips finally part and I’m shaking my head.
“You keep kissing me, August,” I mutter. “It’s starting to get ridiculous.”
“You could just saythank youfor the ballet shoes,” he replies with a defiant, unserious, cocky smile.
“You know we can’t be together,” I whisper to him.
“And why not, Emma?”
“Because we simply can’t...”
“I won’t ever stop kissing you, Emma. I hope you understand that by now.”
Those words hit me hard, and I find my knees weak again. I can’t help myself.
But he knows we belong to different worlds.
He must know what he’s saying is just going to hurt me in the end.
He’s tempting fate just by being here in this room.
“If your mother finds out, then my own mom and I will have to move,” I whisper. It seems like I must be the one here to state the truth if August isn’t going to face it.
The Penmayne heir reaches out and cups my chin between his fingers like he’s done before.
He must know that his touch makes me so damn captivated for him...
“I will never let that happen,” he says softly and, this time, incredibly seriously. “I will never let Mother move you guys. I promise.”
“You promise?” I probe him, my voice fragile and vulnerable like a little girl’s.
“Emma, I want you to be my girlfriend,” August replies. “I promise you and Mom won’t ever have to move from here if you don’t want to. I will even fight my family to make that so.”
My heart stops beating.
“You want me to be your girlfriend?” I ask.
