I didn’t mean to avoid him for an entire year. It was just that I didn’t know what to do when I saw him again.
Fuck, I still don’t know what to do. How am I supposed to act after everything that happened last year? After he nuzzled into my neck when we finished fucking? After staying up all night talking and watching the stars? After knowing he smells like fresh apples and cinnamons, with kisses just as sweet?
Nothing about last Solstice had been normal. I hadn’t known the charming Autumn prince who drunkenly kissed me had never done anything with anyone ever before. So, the first time had to be slow, and I hadn’t minded the gentle kisses, or watching all the expressions across his face as he experienced everything for the first time.
There were so many firsts I showed him last summer.
And it’d been an entire year since I’d seen him.
A knot forms in my stomach. Look at me. Finding him the damned moment he’s close enough to touch.
And he’s lying sprawled out before me like some sort of dream. Slowly, I pad close to the bed, then bend a knee and lean over. I don’t know if I want to wake him or just watch him.
All I know is I must get closer.
Carefully, I brush a line of hair away from his brow.
He jerks, golden eyes shooting open, and hits me in the face with his book.
Keep Reading?