Lips gently brushing against my cheek, “Tell me you trust me.”
I hear the words in between. Not just trust him, but his language of actions. His skin vibrates against mine—lips slightly quivering.
My resolve crumbles apart.
Pulling back but keeping him in my space, I look him in the eyes. “I trust you.”
Even if I don’t trust myself with you.
CHAPTER 21
When I wake up the next morning, there’s five new colouring books on the vanity table.
The morning light barely shines through the cloud when I walk out with merely my sleeping robe pulled on each side.
Crispy, cool wind and the smell of nature is the only way I’m making it through the next couple of weeks.
What I want is you, Nova Rivera.
A shiver trickles up my spine at the memory. I rub a hand over my neck like I can still feel him.
Hard, commanding, yet gentle.
I thought I knew the man I’ve been calling my client for years, but here, in the wild, I don’t know him at all. I’m on edge and unsure.Is this the real him or the one behind the giant desk him?
Slipping out of my slippers, I walk down the balcony stairs and onto the backyard.
The grass is smooth beneath the soles of my feet. A bit damp, too.
Beneath the wooden bridge, the ravine is running with bright blue water. The rush of it crashing against the sides of the rocky mountainas it unites with the lake from last night.
Gabriel’s back comes into view. He holds a log of wood over his shoulder.
Then, another figure comes into vision.
A strong, masculine, and familiar shirtless version.
Dean’s head tilts back, and his mouth’s widely curved as if he’s…
I almost trip.
Marvelous.
My heart stutters, malfunctions, and automatically destructs within the constraints of my chest. I’ve never seen Dean Vuk laugh or smile a day in my life and I’m jealous that it isn’tmemaking him laugh.
Now, should I possibly try to understand why I’m feeling this way? Yes, but I’m choosing to take the high road and ignore it.
The more I delay saying hi, the worse it’ll be for me because I’m standing here gawking like a stalker. Just as I open my mouth, a small bellow erupts near my thigh.
The two men turn at the sound.
“Hey Nova,” Gabriel waves. “Didn’t expect to see you for at least another hour.”
Damn you, Lottie. I still love you, though.
Unfortunately Dean stops laughing, but there’s still a subtle tilt to his lips that I cannot seem to look away from. “Hi, lovebird.”
My heartjilts.
