Chapter 112
I slowly pull away from him, my breall
unsteady as I try to collect myself. The kiss lingers–sweet and dizzying–and I can feel the heat between us crackle like an ember that refuses to burn out. But as I take a step back, I’m aware of the weight of everything that’s just happened- the kiss, the unspoken emotions between us, the tension that’s still thick in the air.
our controls are about to snap–as my heart races, and my mind spins with a million
The space between us feels charged–as if one or both thoughts I can barely catch.
ath of our
Thane’s eyes are still on me, his expression softer than I’ve ever seen it, and a slight trace of a smile is playing at the corner of his mouth. There’s something there, something vulnerable, that he’s allowing me to see. But even in his softness, there’s a quiet strength, a confidence, that radiates from him like waves. It’s as if he’s not just waiting for me to catch up, but pulling me into his world, inch by inch, but it’s all happening
The air around us feels heavier now, thick with the quiet hum of the room. The soft light from the large windows casts shadows across the hardwood floor, and the silence is almost suffocating but somehow comforting too.
He doesn’t say anything as he just watches me, giving me the time I need to process. And I definitely need time. Time to think, time to breathe, and time to figure out what the hell I’m doing.
clear my throat, trying to shake off the fog that’s settled over me, and ask awkwardly, “So, uh, where were we?”
Thane chuckles softly–a low rumble in his chest clearly catching onto my feeble attempt to change the subject. “You were about to tell me how you’re going to organize your portion of the library.”
I roll my eyes, trying to bring some normalcy back to the moment. “Oh, right, because that’s the most pressing thing on my mind right now.”
His smile widens somewhat, but there’s something in his eyes that makes me hesitate. “Harley, I…” He trails off, as if searching for the right words. I know there’s something else he wants to say, something more profound, something that’s been lingering between us. But mercifully, he doesn’t say it. Not yet. Sensing that I’m not quite ready to hear it.
1 exhale a slow breath, turn around, and walk over to the nearest bookcase that’s in ‘his‘ section. The scent of old pages and paper surrounds me, grounding me in the familiarity of a space I’ve always found comfort in. I run my fingers over the spines of the books, feeling the smooth texture under my fingertips. It’s easy to lose myself in the rhythm of the shelves, and I let the weight of the moment settle in the background, trying to find some semblance of clarity.
Thane follows me, just a step behind, his presence always so close. Too close. But not in a way that makes me want to run. It’s the kind of closeness I’ve never allowed myself to experience with anyone. But this is Thane. And he’s…different. So fucking different.
“I’ll stan with the regency romance section,” I say, my voice light, as I try to push past the heavy air that’s still hanging between us. “The classics. You know, the ones with the big, swooning titles and the happy endings. Wot exactly your thing, I’m sure,”
“I’ll survive,” he replies, his voice soft, and I can hear the teasing tone that’s always there when he’s with me. But underneath it, there’s something else–a sincerity, a depth–I didn’t expect from him.
1 laugh, shaking my head. “I’m sure you will. You’ll be well–versed in Victorian love stories in no time.”
We then stand there for a moment, the silence between us settling like a soft weight around us. It’s not uncomfortable, though, it’s just…real. And for the first time since we met, little more than a week ago, I feel like I might finally be beginning to understand him. The man behind the myth. The vampire king behind the hard exterior.
And maybe Maybe I’m starting to understand myself better, too.
“Harley,” he says quietly, and I turn to face him, meeting his gaze. “I know this is all a lot to take in, but I need you to know that I’ll be here,
Í sæti aby mnath to respond, but no words come out. Instead, I track for his hand, my fingers brushing against his, and for the first time, I let
really ford the connection between us. It’s thete, undeniable and tral, and even if I’m scared and I’m not sure what’s going to happen, I’m
1 finally say, may voice steady, but my rapid heartbeat betraying me. “I’m not ready to make any big decisions.
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