Page 145 of Eternal
A mistake.
A big fuckingmistake.
“I’d love that, Voron.”
She freezes, her spoon stops mid-air, and for a second, everything goes quiet, then she laughs, softer this time, but it’s real.Genuine.
“Are you flirting with me?” she asks, eyes narrowed, teasing.
I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms. “Nothing new to that.”
Her eyes narrow further but she’s still grinning. “Sadly, that’s true.”
I lean in a little, closing the small space between us. “Not sadly. More likethankfully.”
She lifts an eyebrow, intrigued maybe? “Always this obvious?”
I take a slow breath, fighting the way her proximity is messing with my head. “Only when I want something...deeply.”
“And what exactly is it that you want?”
I let my gaze flicker to her lips, then back to her eyes. “Something I can’t have.”You.
She laughs softly, rolling her eyes, “Really? You can’t have it? Those blue eyes can get you everything.”
I drop my voice low, barely enough for her to feel the heat. “Not everything, unfortunately.”
She leans in a little, as if she wants to mess with me, and I can’t ignore the way my pulse picks up. “Oh, so someone’s smart enough not to fall for them?”
I can’t hold back my grin now. “Not smart.Selective.”
“You’re impossible,” she replies, laughing softly.
“You’re flirting back, aren’t you?”
She doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, she picks up her spoon, but her fingers linger on it for a second too long. “I might let you eat here again.”
She is flirting back…
I lean back again, letting the warmth of her words settle in my chest. “Finally you asked. Yes, I'd love to be your husband.”
She chuckles softly, and that sound feels heavy in my chest. “Stupid.”
Stupid.
Stupid.
Exactly what I fucking am at this moment. And the reason is standing right in front of me with soft and beautiful eyes and a smile that makes every cell in my body lean toward her warmth.
So yeah. I’m stupidlyobsessed.
I watch her as she moves around the kitchen, clearing the table and wiping down the counters. I’m not sure why, but I’m restless. Something about tonight, about the way she’s letting me in, feels weird in my body.
I get up from my chair, stretching my arms above my head. She doesn’t notice right away. Instead, she hums to herself a song, lost in some tasks.
“And she will be loved…” It's so soft. Almost inaudible. Like she is in her own little bubble.
I don't even know the title of the song, I've never been into music. But it sounds good. It feels comfortable, like we’re normal people at this moment.
