Page 45 of A Forgotten Promise

“Fuck romance. Just get it done.”

Chapter 8

Saar

Celeste

Merde. I thought you were announcing next week.

Lily

Congratulations, I guess (wink emoji)

Cora

What did I miss?

Lily

Saar is officially engaged.

Cora

How did your brothers take it?

Ismile and stretch my arms above my head, and Pitt and Clooney jump from my legs, disturbed by the sudden movement.

I swear that after two weeks here, I can understand their mewing. Right now, they both told me to go fuck myself for interrupting their slumber. Grumpy cats.

But I smile away. Because I slept. I slept. I slept for… I search for my phone, padding the floor beside Cora’s sofa.

Five p.m.?

Jesus, I was so lulled by the drive from the restaurant that I fell asleep the minute Corm left. And a bit in his car.

Why did he need to accompany me to the door? That man is so annoying. I could practically smell his judgment of Cora’s place.

Asshole.

Are you having a superhero fantasy about me, Saar?

You wish.

I actually do, The Morrigan.

That charged exchange turned my blood to molten honey. God, I hate the impact he has on me. When he leaned in to whisper in my ear after his late arrival at the restaurant, my mind went blank, completely overwhelmed by the tingling of my skin and the fluttering in my stomach.

Also, why was he late? That’s my thing. Not that that is anything to be proud of, but still. It’s freaking annoying to be on the other side of that particular bad habit.

The good mood from my needed sleep evaporates as I replay our date. I wish he wasn’t so… so… him.

There were moments when I forgot my mask, and he latched onto those moments with his gaze, making me want to share with him. When his smirks disappear, it’s like his gaze alone turns the temperature in the room up by several degrees.

I clutch the phone to my chest and enjoy the bliss of rested body and mind, minus the thoughts wandering to last night. Hopefully, I broke the weird insomnia cycle.

My phone vibrates in my hand, and I check the screen. Finn.

“What’s up?” I sit up, smiling. I’m met with silence, and my heart rate spikes immediately. Shit, did something bad happen? “Finn? Is everything okay?”

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