Page 63 of King of My Heart

“For being patient. For making me feel safe to try new things.”

I smirked, leaning in to place a kiss on her lips. “Always, baby. I’ll always take care of you. And I’ll always protect you. Especially from people like Henry.”

She pursed her lips, looking amused. “You’re still thinking about him?”

I shook my head. “Just trying to make a point.”

Her eyes shone with affection. She shifted, turning in my arms to face me fully. Her hand came up to cress my cheek, and I leaned into her touch.

“Thank you,” she said again, her voice soft.

I took her in, admiring her beauty. “No, thankyou.”

Chapter 19

DARWYNN

My heart was pounding as I held my phone to my ear, waiting for the person I had called to pick up. I had thought about calling Julian for a while now, and this morning, I had gathered enough courage to do it.

Caspian was outside, working on his car, and I figured that if I didn’t do it now, I never would. Caspian and my relationship was getting more serious, and I just couldn’t keep on dealing with this tension inside of me.

And I hated how hurt Caspian was about this whole situation with Julian. I wanted them to talk. To clear things up. For them to just accept each other again.

“Babe?”

Babe?

I frowned. That was a weird way to greet me after all these months. And after very obviously breaking up the last time we saw each other.

“Uh, hey, Julian,” I greeted him back. My voice was shaky. “How are you?”

“Relieved, now that you called. I thought you had forgotten about me.”

Damn, he wasn’t making this easy for me.

There was a hint of hope in his voice, and I needed to stop him right there.

“Julian…” I sighed, covering my forehead with my free hand. “I’m calling for a reason, and I need you to listen to me, okay?”

There was a pause on the other end, a long enough silence that made my stomach twist. Then, his voice came back, filled with worry. “Are you hurt? Where are you?”

I let out a slow breath. “I’m okay, Jule. I’m in Hilton Beach.”

“Where’s that?”

So he never cared to find out where his father lived now.

“Canada. About twelve hours from Burlington,” I told him.

“So you’re still on your trip? You’ve been gone for so long.”

Did he think I was someday going back to him?

Shit…was he waiting on me?

No, why would he? And why wouldn’t he text if he missed me?

It didn’t matter, anyway. I didn’t want him back.

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