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He moved onto another subject, and another, and each time, I was surprised at how much I had absorbed.
Finally, he smiled triumphantly at me, kissed me, and said, “See? You’re ready.”
With the clock ticking down, I got dressed for the event. I did my make up at least four times and my hair five times. Each time, I felt like I’d missed a step from Me’ell’s teachings. I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn’t believe I was actually doing this.
However the event turned out, I would soon be heading home. Within days.
That was the deal. I would help him with his inheritance plan and then I would go home.
Then why did I feel sad?
Didn’t I want to go home? Of course I did. It was just…
What?
I don’t want to leave him.
The past few days had been some of the best of my life. Soon, I would be leaving them far behind. Despite my best efforts, eventually, I would forget them.
That was why I had the glum look on my face.
I was going to miss him.
Was he going to miss me?
I’d spent countless hours deciding which dress I should wear. Now, I was second-guessing myself. I ran through the options one last time.
The tailor that came to take my measurements had designed a bunch of sleek and elegant ensembles. It must have cost a fortune. I selected the simple black dress and looked at myself in the mirror.
I had to admit, I did look pretty good.
I would look even better with a handsome Titan on my arm.
I couldn’t quite reach the zipper, so I moved for the door to ask Dyrel to do it for me. I opened the door and started.
He was standing right there.
He was dressed in a very smart suit that emphasized his excellent shape. He’d shaved the two days of growth he’d been fostering.
He was gorgeous.
His smoldering eyes trailed my outline and he even licked his lips subconsciously. It was worth every minute of my deliberation.
A grin spread across his face and his chest actually expanded with pride.
“Can you help me with the zipper?” I said.
I turned and pulled my hair over one shoulder so he could reach it.
He placed his hands on my hips and ran his thumbs over my back. Then he reached inside the back of my dress.
I laughed.
“You’re incorrigible!” I said. “We don’t have the time. We need to get going!”
“We have plenty of time,” he said.
I glanced at the clock on the wall.
