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“He might not have heard everything,” Bryce tried to reassure her.

“I doubt that. Knowing my luck, he heard every word,” Celine groaned, wishing for a hole to crawl into.

“We’re sorry, Celine. We were only teasing you and it’s our fault if he heard,” Brenna apologized.

“It’s not your fault. I’m the one who said it. Oh God, I feel sick.” Celine moaned.

Their conversation was interrupted once again as more people entered the house carrying boxes and furniture. Celine opened a box and began unpacking glasses, trying to distract herself from the situation with Killian. She couldn’t help but feel heartbroken, knowing she may have ruined their chance of a relationship.

As she unpacked the boxes, Celine couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen once everyone else had left and she was alone with Killian. Would he bring up what he’d heard? Should she address it first? No, it was best to act like it never happened. But Celine couldn’t help her anxiety as Brenna’s arm wrapped around her.

“I’m sorry, but let’s not jump to conclusions. He might not have heard,” Brenna reassured her.

Celine shook her head, tears threatening to fall. “He did. I know he did.”

“Let’s just finish putting things away and try to forget about it for now,” Brenna suggested.

But Celine couldn’t shake off her worries. “It won’t leave my mind. Brenna, I could have ruined everything. If he’s not in love with me, he’ll panic. That’s what men do,” she confided in her friend.

“Don’t assume anything yet. Whether he heard you or not, you’ll have to wait and see what happens when we all leave,” Brenna advised.

Celine pleaded, “Can you stay? I don’t want to be alone with him.”

Brenna grinned and reminded her, “You’ll have to be eventually. Just wait and see how he acts. Stop assuming the worst.”

Celine nodded reluctantly and tried to pushaside her fears.

After the furniture was delivered and arranged, the delivery men left and Killian came into the kitchen from the living room, opened the fridge, removed four beers, then headed back to the living room. Celine knew without a doubt that he had heard her confession.

“He didn’t even look at me,” she whispered, feeling dejected.

Abbie hugged her tightly. “Just wait until we leave. I’m sure if he did hear you, he’ll say something.”

“Yeah, probably something like we need to stop seeing each other.” Celine sighed, wiping away a tear.

Once everyone was gone and they were alone, Celine’s stomach churned with nerves. She had no idea what to say to him.

“Did you see how the bedroom looks with the new furniture?” Killian asked her as they stood in the kitchen.

“No, I haven’t,” she replied nervously.

“Come on, let me show you. It looks great,” he said, reaching for her hand.

As they walked into the bedroom together, Celine couldn’t help but feel self-conscious. But as she looked around at the carefully chosen furniture, she couldn’t help but be impressed.

“You picked out great pieces,” she complimented him, feeling relieved that he hadn’t brought up what she had said.

“Well, some men aren’t good at it, but I like to think I am,” he joked with a grin.

Celine blushed but smiled back. “You definitely are.”

He took a step closer to her, never taking his eyes off of hers. And then he surprised her by leaning down and pressing his lips against hers. He trailed kisses across her cheek until he reached her ear and whispered, “Did you mean it?”

Celine turned her face away, but Killian gently cupped her chin in his hand and made her look at him again. “Did I mean what?” she asked innocently.

He chuckled. “You know what.”

Celine shook her head slightly. “Celine, did you mean it?” he pressed.

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