Page 43 of Castle

His hand still stayed on my lap, and he asked, “Why not? You…don’t like me?”

“It’s not that. Devin won’t like it.”

“But I’m his older brother. He can’t…tell me what to do.” Castle pointed out.

“I know you are, but he’s currently in charge of taking care of you.” I touched his cheek. “If he finds out about us, he’ll destroy me.”

“I won’t let him…” he stared at me for a few seconds, looking for the right words, “hurt you…I promise.”

I nodded, still smiling. My heart skipped a beat.

He traced the pattern on my nightgown and sneaked a glance at me.

I grinned, “What is it?”

“Millie…you won’t ever leave me…would you?”

I was going to cry.

If Castle got his memories back, maybe he wouldn’t want me, but that was a risk I was willing to take.

“I’ll stay as long as you want me here.”

“I’ll never stop wanting you.” He whispered. His voice was raspy and his fingers now slowly tracing the lace on the hem of my gown. He applied gentle pressure on my thighs. “I feel…like…”

I urged him to go on.

“I feel like…I’m myself when…when…I’m around you.”

“Me too. I want you to get better, so you can remember everything that happened.”

“What if I remember everything…and,” he paused, giving me a pained look, “What if I forget you?”

I laughed, feeling a little melancholic about what Castle not remembering me. “I’ll make you remember me again.”

He pulled me close, and I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his body relax against mine. There was nothing sexual about the embrace, only a sense of mutual contentment.

He placed his head in my lap and looked up at me as he played with my stray curls. “You’re so beautiful.”

I leaned in and kissed his forehead. In return, he picked up my hand and kissed it, and then proceeded to kiss every finger.

And I was falling harder for this broken man.

Castle and I had slept together that night, just holding each other, and I didn’t remember ever sleeping so peacefully before. I had to send him back to his room before dawn for fear that a servant would see him leaving my room in the morning and get any wrong ideas.

Gossip spread like wildfire in this house, and that’s the last thing I needed.

After I made sure that Castle had sneaked into his room, I went back to mine and had fallen asleep.

When I finished having my shower and stepped out of the steaming bathroom, I was a little shocked to find two maids standing in the room with a dress laid out on my Queen sized bed.

Penelope and Sally looked like two robots operated by batteries. I wondered if they ever showed any emotions like humans. I wouldn’t be surprised if Devin had trained them to be that way, given how sick and twisted he was.

I looked at the dress and then at the two of them. “What’s that for?”

“The dress is for the wedding this evening.”

The dress was pearly white, nothing too fancy, but elegant.

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