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William’s smile dropped, and with it, his lips parted ever so slightly. Invitingly, almost. A tease and a temptation that would be nothing but a terrible idea if I gave into it.
His gaze flickered.
Up and down, almost as if it were running over my face, examining the curve of my jaw and the sweep of my brows, the bow of my lips and the little bump on my nose.
Me.
Examining me.
It was unnerving and welcome at the same time in a way I couldn’t quite understand.
His gaze lingered on the lower half of my face for what seemed like an age, and he released my hand, slowly bringing his up to my face. The backs of his fingers brushed my lower cheek, and I drew in a deep breath as his fingers reached towards my lip.
“You have a hair stuck to your lip,” William said in a low voice, pulling it away softly. “There. Got it.”
I swallowed. “Oh. I didn’t notice.”
“I think it happened when I yanked you up.” He gave me a small smile and stepped back. “Come on. We should go. I’ll walk down ahead of you this time, just in case you fall.”
“Thank you.” I touched my hands to my stomach and looked out at the mountains one last time. “Why can’t you see the mountains from the ground?”
“Too far away from down there. It’s a beautiful surprise, and one most people don’t get to see from here. Count yourself lucky.”
“Yeah, right. I bet you bring all the girls here,” I teased.
“No.” William’s lips pulled to one side. “Just you.”
Well, shit.
CHAPTER TWELVE – WILLIAM
Day Two
My neck needed to crack.
It was a shame I didn’t know any chiropractors here, because I needed someone to manhandle my neck until it crunched in ways that didn’t seem right but felt oh-so-good.
My sofa was not made for sleeping on. Not for someone who was six-foot-tall. Just about every joint in my body hurt from what little sleep I’d had last night, but I hadn’t been able to bring myself to ask Grace if I could just sleep in the bedroom with her.
Not after the overwhelming urge to kiss her at the watchtower.
After I’d pulled her to her feet and she’d bumped into me and she’d looked up at me like… like… I don’t fucking know, like I’d hung the bloody moon, that was what it’d felt like for those few minutes.
This was bad.
I didn’t have to be a genius to know I was in trouble with this woman. I barely knew a damn thing about her, but I was like a moth to a flame.
I was lying here like a moron waiting for the bedroom doors to open so I could have a piss because I didn’t want to disturb her if she was still sleeping.
Was this what infatuation was?
If so, it was overrated.
I just needed a piss.
And my neck cracked.
I was a simple man, really.
