Page 45 of The Brides Brother

Her taste felt like coming home and being set on fire all at once. It was sweet and warm yet so fucking sensational that my heart raced.

It had been a long time since I had felt this all-consuming feeling with someone… this being drawn like a moth to a flame.

Once again, I was struck in wonder because what the fuck was it about her. She kissed me as well as though she understood. As though she felt the exact same way I did and couldn't get enough, and I loved it. We were in a public place. Anyone could walk by at any moment, especially from our party, and this would no doubt immediately ruin our resolution to keep things hidden for the moment. However, I couldn’t care less. I held her tight as my tongue sleeved deeper, drinking her in, sucking on her tongue. It felt so sweetly intimate, and I loved that. That’s the thing about her; I didn’t have to be on my guard. There was something so refreshingly simple and honest about her that I deeply loved and appreciated.

I couldn’t say any of this verbally to her, so of course, I showed her with the way that I kissed her.

Suddenly and unfortunately though, I heard voices. It was upsetting because it startled her. Still, she was reluctant to pull away, but eventually, and as they drew nearer, we had to.

I broke the kiss, but it was much, much harder to catch my breath. And even when I could open my eyes, I couldn’t stop looking at her; there was something here. I felt it with all of my heart, and even though I wanted to ignore it, I don’t know that I could. Perhaps it was a fluke, and if it was, then I at least wanted to find out.

“Tomorrow evening enough time for you to make up your mind and get back to me?” I asked, and she nodded. However, she seemed so dazed that I was sure then if I had asked her where she wanted to fly on brooms, she would have nodded as well. I was amused and felt my heart

throb with affection for how much of a dork she was. So even though I tried to, I couldn’t resist leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Her eyes fluttered shut at it, and when I pulled away, I noticed that she was a bit more clear-headed.

“Tomorrow night?” I asked again, and she nodded. Since it had been agreed upon, I let my hands move down her gorgeous figure, and then I continued on my way.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Evelyn

It took a while before I was able to remember how to walk again. Yet it was barely enough for me to get my legs to work enough to guide me back to the bench. Afterward, I literally sat in a daze until once again, another pair of footsteps and laughter walked past.

It was time to return. I needed to get back to work. And so, the second my heart somewhat settled down, I rose to my feet and returned to the restaurant.

He had given me until the following night; however, the moment I walked in, my eyes searched for him. He was across the room, a tumbler of golden liquor in hand, surrounded by a group of people he conversed with.

I watched him, quite embarrassingly mesmerized, and it was as though he felt it because a few seconds later, he turned his head and met my gaze.

It lingered. He stared for a total count of three very long seconds, and my heart nearly thundered out of my chest.

Sighing, I walked myself back to the table where I had left my camera and plopped down onto my seat.

This was trouble. I was in trouble, but my question to myself was if it was something I could tolerate and manage for the next few days.

This would be over by the weekend, I told myself, and just then, Aurora came to mind.

I looked around the hall and realized that I couldn't see her. So, I rose back to my feet and took my phone along with me.

I called her, and at first, she didn’t pick up, but eventually, she did.

“Hello,” she answered, and I was incredibly glad to hear from her. I also couldn’t help but feel a tad bit guilty.

“Where are you?” I asked. “It seems more people have arrived. The restaurant is fuller than when it started.”

“I know,” she said and then she went quiet.

“Aurora?” called.

“I'm in the car, with my fiancé,” she replied. “I told him I wasn’t feeling well, so he came out here with me.”

“Oh,” I said and felt even more racked with guilt. I was here to work, to capture her moments, yet I had literally been frolicking in the gardens with her brother that she wasn’t currently on the best of terms with.

Sighing, I lowered my voice and my tone.

“Are you going to go home to rest?” I asked. “Maybe you should.”