Page 147 of Brambles and Bellflowers
What kind of answer wasthat? They’d been with each other intimately. How could he not remember what she looked like?
Miles’s lack of attention to detail was highly concerning.
However, on some level, it made my heart skip happily, knowing he didn’t remember. It meant he could never visualize her naked in his thoughts.
This was good.
Either way, I had other ways of finding things out.
“Okay…” I stepped past him. “Let’s keep going.”
“Hold on!” Miles grabbed my arm, turning me to face him. “Why do you look like you’ve made an important decision without including me in the details?”
“What are you talking about?” My mouth twisted, confusion settling over me. Whatwashe talking about? I was only going to have to guard him every day and night. I would forever be a thorn in his side, never allowing him to be alone. Or at least until Heather was no longer a threat.
She clearly needed a distraction away from my man.
“You’ve decided something!” Miles’s brows furrowed. “What was it?”
Miles continued speaking—something about working together—but his words faded as horror filled me, and a cold settled deep in my bones.
My man? I pressed my hand to my warm cheek.
What the heck was that? When had I become so possessive? I’d never been like this in the past!
Well, maybe only a little. But this was getting out of control. Why was my heart racing in excitement?
It wasn’t even true, anyway. Miles had only promised to stay with me forever, as I’d promised to stay with him. And we were sort of a couple, but not really because we weren’t dating traditionally. We would never be married.
However, he did say he’d never look at anyone else again so long as he lived.
But did that make himmine? Maybe.
And he was a man.
So, it was technically accurate and not so far-fetched: he was my man. But that felt weird to admit, even to myself.
“What are you thinking about now?” Miles brushed my arm, his voice cautious. The moment his skin touched mine, my jitters eased and the pounding in my chest slowed.
But I couldn’t hide. Not from him.
Especially not with this bond.
“Why are you nervous?” he asked.
My face flushed—and his did too. Great. First Julian, now Miles. I was rapidly running out of privacy. This was going to be catastrophic when I got my period.
The only thing that’d be worse was if one of these bonds included mind-reading.
“You’re upset.” He frowned at me, moving a thumb over my lips.
I almost choked and stepped back, ignoring his raised eyebrow as I tugged at the bottom of my shirt. “I’m n-n… I’m fine!”
I looked at the ground.
“I’m just getting used to this.” My voice was weak, and my mouth went dry. “It—it will be okay.”
“It will. I would never hurt you,” he said, a thread of determination in his voice.
