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“You’ll be okay?”
It’s a loaded question. I’m not sure if I’ve ever been okay. Or if I ever will be. But that’s too deep of a conversation for this late. Or early, depending on how you look at it.
“Of course. You?”
He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Of course.”
Once he finishes buttoning his shirt, he puts on his shoes, then steps toward me. My breath hitches when he leans down, stopping just shy of my mouth.
“Give me one last kiss. One last taste. Before we go back to being who we are to each other. Please. One last kiss goodbye.”
When he puts it that way, I’m completely powerless to refuse him.
Even though I fear this one last kiss will shatter me.
Nodding, I whisper, “One last kiss goodbye.”
“One last kiss goodbye,” he repeats as he presses his mouth to mine, dragging my body against his, his arms swallowing me one last time.
Too soon, he drops his hold on me, increasing the distance between us. He meets my gaze, lips parting, as if about to say something. Make some emotion-filled plea about why we don’t have to walk away after experiencing something so incredible.
Instead, he sighs, turning and disappearing from my room without a single glance back.
Part Two
Secrets
There are no secrets that
time does not reveal.
~ Jean Racine
Chapter Fourteen
Esme
They all know. I’m convinced of it.
It’s probably just a result of my guilty conscience, but I can’t shake the feeling that everyone on my household staff is aware of what I did in the early hours of the morning with a man other than the one I’m supposed to be in love with.
How I invited Creed into my bedroom.
How I let him whisper his darkest desires to me.
How all it took for me to fall under his spell was a touch of his hand and the warmth of his lips.
How I didn’t even think twice about the possible consequences of our secret tryst.
Until this morning, now that the haze of my two earth-shattering orgasms has finally cleared.
In the light of day, I can’t help but feel like my indiscretions are written all over my body.
And these paranoid feelings of suspicion are amplified further the instant Anderson storms into my dining room, determination in his expression and fire in his eyes.
Ignoring my butler’s question of whether he’d like any coffee, my brother plops into the chair opposite me, gaze unwavering.
Watchful.
