Over and over again.
Whatever it was she would say, it would have to wait.
I wouldn’t dare hope what the words were. Tomorrow would reveal her truth.
Lying next to her was too much to bear. When my feet hit the floor, I heard her grumble.
She rolled over, reaching toward me. “Stay, Fyn.” Her voice was tender even when she was drunk. “With me.”
She quickly fell back asleep.
“You have a horrible sense of humor,” I murmured beneath my breath to the stars. “Absolutely horrible. It’s disgusting, really.”
Exhaustion pulled me to sleep faster than I expected.
Groggily, I awoke in the darkness to a pressure on my chest.
The floral scent was even stronger—blonde hair was draped over me.
She was draped over me—holding onto me.
I braced her shoulders, slowly trying to move her back. She rolled over and clutched onto me like she’d never let go.
The ache settled even deeper in my chest.
I couldn’t risk her waking up. She would hate me finding her like this.
So I squeezed my eyes shut and counted backward, trying to keep my breath even so I wouldn’t wake her.
After way too long, sleep took me.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ASHLYN
Asteady beat was thundering in my ears when I awoke. My head was throbbing with it.
Fyn’s heartbeat was too close.
I was lying across him, holding him.
No.
No. No. No.
Rapidly, the memories from last night crept back in until I remembered his eyes when he knelt before me. The way he told me not to say anything when I almost said too much.
I couldn’t do this.
Not now—not ever.
This was bad. It was horrific.
Slowly, I pulled back from him, trying not to wake him. He hadn’t moved, but I had—I was clinging to him like…
No, it’s not like that.
I wouldn’t let it be like that.
