Page 70 of Crown of Thorns
“Yes?” Gaël’s boyfriend looks up. Excusing himself, he walks up to me in the kitchen.
“Remember those morning walks you do?”
“Of course I do.”
“I’ll be joining you.”
He blinks, confused. “You?”
“Not really,” I say, lowering my voice. “But if the others ask where I am, I’m with you.Tu comprends?”
He stares at me a beat longer than necessary, then nods.
“Sure…? Okay. You all right?”
“Peachy.”
“You don’t look it.”
I almost say something real, but it sticks in my throat. So I just flash him a grin. “Thanks, kitten.”
I stick around for a few drinks, but I’m not into it anymore.
Because it’s not enough, this temporary excuse to keep me in Noah’s bed longer.
When I first became obsessed with him, I loved the idea of having our little secrets.
But now I’m ready to un-secret our truth and let the whole fucking world know that we belong together.
Filling up a final round of drinks with my Deveraux cocktail, I polish one off and leave the others.
They’re all having a good time.
Everyone, except for me.
That is…disturbing.
I should be out there, in the center of their interest, dancing and flirting and kissing and grinding my hips to any willing hard dick.
But tonight, for some reason, the music’s too loud, or maybe it’s my thoughts that won’t go quiet.
Whatever it is, it’s annoying the fuck out of me.
This is not me.
And yet it is.
Because when I make my way outside and head through the corridor like a thief in the night, in search of my favourite man, my one and only man, my heart thumps like fucking crazy.
I’m excited.
I always am when I know I’m about to see him.
Proper goosebumps and sweaty palms and flutters in my stomach and chest and fucking everywhere.
Tonight’s no exception.
Opening the door, I see him lying in bed, the book fallen shut on my side.
