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“He doesn’t have to worry. I’m not touching her.”

Yet.

“That’s a lie. You know it and everyone else knows it. It’s almost like your guys’ story was already written for you.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Because Reign has changed since you showed up. I know my granddaughter and she’s never acted like this with a boy.”

“Changed how?”

Kyra leans against the counter. “Her cheeks are more red than usual, especially when she is deep in thought about something. She is always smiling or trying to hide behind her long hair whenever you're around. The looks you give each other from across the table show. And if nothing happened yet, then something will,” Kyra explains which makes me crack my knuckle with my finger. “I think you’re afraid of her because perhaps you feel something for her. You don’t want to feel something for anyone because it’s easier for you.” Kyra isn’t wrong but I’m not going to tell her that. I’m afraid that Reign will make me miss something when I already had a perfectlyplaced plan for everything. Reign wasn’t involved in my plan; she wasn’t even thought about. But all of a sudden, she pops into my head when I think of the end. “You can disagree all you want but I know the look on your face right now. You’re scared and Reign is happy. That’s usually how it works for boys and girls when they start liking or even loving each other. It’s a hurtful realization.”

I take a sip of my coffee.

“She’ll be disappointed.”

“No, she won’t. I know you won’t try to hurt her because I can already tell how much you care about her.”

Crazy fucking lady thinks she knows me.

She has no fucking clue.

“You’re crazy to think I’m going to fall or even allow myself to fall in love with her,” I say, trying to convince myself more than her.

Kyra pats my shoulder. “But you see Killian, I’m positive that it’s just beginning. And once it starts, there is no way you’ll be able to stop it.” She smiles at me before walking past me.

Eighteen

Reign

I’mtired of the same training.

I’m tired of Killian avoiding me like the plague.

I’m just sick of him looking at me from across the room, smirking but not actually saying anything to me.

It’s almost like he’s daring me to make a move after the stunt he pulled during dinner a few days ago.

I tried to keep in a gasp so many times, especially when he would slide his hand a little too high and rub his thumb on the inside of my thigh. I couldn’t stop squirming in my seat, and it felt unbearable to sit next to him.

After dinner was done, I jumped out of my chair and ran upstairs to my room. This time I’ve been the one avoiding him because every time I think about him, I think about that moment during dinner and then how we were almost about to kiss in the garden.

I hope he thinks this much about me, and I drive him out of his mind, it’s only fair.

During meals he gives me looks and sometimes would try to slip his hand on my thigh, but I don’t let him. We haven’t spoken much because we are both playing the game of who will cave first.

And it won’t be me.

But I do need his help with something.

I knock on the front door of the guest house. It’s not long before Killian opens the door, wearing nothing but black sweatpants.

His hair is a little wet and water droplets fall from the ends onto his skin making him look godly.

“Done staring?”

I meet Killian’s eyes and force a smile on my face. “I’m not here to stare at you. You should really learn to put a shirt on.”

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