Page 146 of Charming Deception

It’s also just words.

I feel like that dumb twat Wolf.

Maybe things will change, but right now, he isn’t being the man Rowan needs.

I’m failing similarly with Megan.

There’s an uncomfortable parallel there.

“I think I see myself in Wolf, actually.” I stare at the softly glowing ceiling of the jet, avoiding her eyes. “That’s a testament to how good you are.”

“Thank you. But I wouldn’t say you’re much like him.”

“We’re both cowards.”

There’s a long silence, the hum of the jet the only sound.

“Why would you say that?”

“He makes decisions based on fear.”

“So he should risk losing everything, including his life, for love?”

“Yes.”

It’s maddening how easily that answer falls out of my mouth.

I want to punch myself in the face.

“Maybe he should.” Megan’s voice is small, pensive. “But maybe he hasn’t arrived at that conclusion yet.”

Yeah. Dumb.

“Like I said.” I tug the blanket that’s wrapped around her hips and spread it out, covering us both with it. “He’s a twat.”

She snickers softly.

Then she shifts, and I feel the warmth of her body, closer to me. “Can we please snuggle?” she whispers.

That she even has to ask is so fucking wrong, it kills me a little.

“Of course.” My voice is gruff and tight, and I swear to myself that I’m not going to kiss her again. Or grope her. Or roll on top of her and grind her into the mattress.

I don’t move at all.

I suck back the soft scent of her hair as she curls against me and slips her arm around my waist, resting her head on my shoulder.

Then I feel her relax against me, and I wrap my arm over hers, trying to relax. My cock is still thudding.

There’s no way I can sleep like this.

“What about her life?” she says after a moment. “Should he risk her life for love?”

I grumble into her hair. “He should find a way to save them both. That’s what a true hero does.”

“Maybe he will.”

“Maybe I still think you should write in a new hero.”

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