Page 95 of Beautiful Trauma
As I searched his beautiful blue eyes, I saw the burning resolve in them. And within his gaze, I did feel worthy of him and his feelings.
“Ty muzhchina moyey mechty,” I murmured.
The corner of Kellan’s lip quirked. “Did you just curse at me in Russian?”
I laughed. “No, I would never do that.”
“Then what did you say?”
“That you’re the man of my dreams.”
He gave me a genuine smile. “And you’re straight out of mine.”
Covering my eyes, I moaned, “I can’t believe I just had a meltdown like that.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. Like, I should try to hide that side of me until a couple of months into the relationship, or you’ll be running for the hills.”
Kellan laughed. “I don’t think so.”
“Yeah, you can say that now. That wasn’t even a full representation of my craziness.”
“We all have our own baggage, Mila. What matters is how you carry it.”
“Could you please stop saying and doing all the right things?” I teased.
“It’s a curse,” he joked with a smile.
“I can live with it.”
Jerking his head at the table, he asked, “Are you hungry?”
“Starved.”
“Then let’s eat.”
When he started to head for the table, I pulled on his sleeve. “First, go tell the cellist she can come back in.”
He cocked his brows at me. “Are you sure it's not too much?”
I grinned at him. “I’ve never had my own private cellist, so it would be a shame to send her away.”
Kellan laughed. “All right.”
While he went to the door, I made my way to the table. At the smell of Thai food, my stomach growled in appreciation.
“How in the hell did he know Thai is my favorite?” I mumbled under my breath.
Kellan came back in and joined me at the table. “Have you been stalking me?” I demanded.
He chuckled. “What do you mean?”
I swept my hand at the food covering the table. “How did you know Thai was my favorite?”
With a secretive smile, he replied, “I did a little research.”
“You mean stalking.”
