Page 138 of Ramsay

“Hey yourself,” he says, placing the plate in my lap before pecking me on the lips.

I smile and take a huge bite of the pancakes slathered in syrup as Ramsay sits beside me and watches with an intensity I’ve come to recognize as caring. I’m not gonna lie, it was borderline creepy at first, though.

After his father was arrested, I went home, hiding my injuries behind a tall tale about a hiking adventure gone wrong. Ramsay snuck into my room that first night and we’ve been inseparable since.

I later learned that Stephen made it out of the cemetery alive but only because he tipped off Diem about the situation.

While I laid in my misery and stared at the sky, Ramsay wearing a bulletproof vest confronted Crush after he crawled from the hole. Thank fuck, Crush didn’t make it and I can only imagine the look on Yates’ face when he met the cold blue eyes of his son.

Thankfully, Ramsay left him to the authorities because no one should have to kill their own parent even if his death was well deserved.

We still don’t know who left the rabbit’s feet and attacked me multiple times in the woods. I presume it was someone working for Crush but until Ramsay is satisfied, I’ve been sticking close to him.

Somehow, he convinced my dad to allow me to home school and so we spend every day ensconced in the small cabin in the woods.

“What’s on the agenda today?” I ask and Ramsay grins. “It’s a free day, love.”

I shiver at the heat behind his eyes and smile. I love this new Ramsay and I’m damn grateful I’m here with him now.

“I think I could love you,” I blurt, and Ramsay’s brows fly over his head.

Immediately I regret the words until his lips pull into a smirk and he says, “Oh Willow, I think I could love you too.”

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