Page 11 of His Secretly Pregnant Cinderella

“You were close with him. Alex mentioned that.”

His eyes went cold. “Yes.”

Of course he wouldn’t want to talk about his grandfather. He was gone too. Just like Alex.

It made her heart squeeze tight. She wanted to go to him. Wanted to touch him.

The inclination made her breath catch. Hard.

She took a step away from him for good measure.

He went over to a wooden cabinet and opened it, to reveal a small refrigerator inside. He took out a can of soda and poured it into a glass, over ice. When he handed it to her, their fingers brushed, and her whole body shivered.

His eyes met hers, just for a moment, and it was...

It was like being back there that night.

Had it only been last week?

Alex had been alive and she’d been so hurt by him.

But Constantine had been there and...

He was Constantine.

She could remember the first time she had ever seen him. So brooding and gorgeous and she couldn’t explain the way he’d been beautiful to her, not when compared to Alex, who was so bright and sunny. But it had been different.

It hadn’t been butterflies. It had been something darker. Grittier. A call to a part of her sensuality she’d tried to ignore.

But he’d woken it up.

Loud. Insistent.

He had ruined her.

Shredded her every belief about herself.

She had felt so confident in her stance on life. In her choices. She was better, smarter than her mother, who had made such bad decisions when it came to men. And Morgan had been certain she’d never do the same. That she’d never be derailed by something like that.

But she had been.

He’d touched her and all of her convictions had gone up in smoke.

He was her last remaining conviction.

It made her feel so small, but even now, even after everything...

She wanted him.

He did not step away from her. He stood there. So close she could breathe him in. So close it would be easy...so easy to reach out and touch him...

She suddenly felt lightheaded and she swayed in place, then put her glass down with a resounding click. She felt her feet go unsteady and he moved quickly, his hand going to her face, his arm curved around her waist, holding her upright.

His mouth was barely a whisper from hers and she thought her heart...

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Yes.” Of course he had only gone to her because he was worried she would fall.

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