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“Sir?”
“What?”
“Your hand is bleeding.”
I wave the stewardess off.
A fallen king at your feet, Aurora, this is what you made me.
I pace until I calm down. That side of him is my biggest challenge. I can’t believe him.
I was even about to tell him who he was, giving him my trust, betraying the word I gave so Kieran won’t think I am interested in my own uncle.
How can he be so confident, so arrogant and demanding, but so insecure that he’d think I’d leave him for another man?
The door sways open and Kieran wobbles inside, the empty bottle dangling from his right hand. He braces himself on the wall.
“Did you drink all of that?”
He grins at me, proud as ever. My renewed anger with him dies when I see blood dripping from his left hand. I take his hand in mine.
“It’s nothing.”
“Nothing?”
I stare at dozens of tiny pieces of glass biting into his palm.
“Sit down.” I push him down on the edge of the bed and run to the bathroom. I squirt a bit of disinfectant on a hand towel and kneel between his legs. He cocks his head to the side, thoseeyes on me burning. Power, lust, heat, comfort, love, all undoing me.
“I am hard.”
“I see that, and it’s beyond me how you can still get it up after you drank that whole bottle.”
“I want you so bad. I fucking ache for you, Aurora. I’m always aching.”
“Not happening.”
With a boyish look, he says, “I will eat you first.”
“Kieran, shut up and let me finish this.”
He huffs like a petulant child.
“Does it hurt?” I ask and blow on the wounds as I take the pieces out with tweezers.
“It’s nothing.”
After I clean his hand, his eyes find mine. I know he means something completely different. It’s either he’s really thinking I will leave him, or he doesn’t trust me. I gave myself to him completely. How can he not trust the heart that he made his?
I rinse the towel in the bathroom sink, the water turning bloody. Having followed me, Kieran sways on his feet before crashing into the wall.
I wrap a bandage around his hand. He says, “I think I will survive this.”
He’s making fun of me, and I pass him by. Even drunk, he’s perfectly capable of gripping my elbow and pressing me to him.
“I never cared before, sweetheart, but now it fucking drives me mad.”
I turn to him and kiss his lips.
