Okay, focus on that.
Focus on him.
On the feel of his hand on my back and his lips pressed against my skin.
I can do that.
A whisper of a memory slowly comes back to me.
Atticus insisting he could marry us.
That he was ordained online.
He showed us the license on his phone.
“It wasn’t legal though...right?” I plead. This cannot be happening. There’s absolutely no way I got married to a prince—in a bar. “Atticus couldn’t really marry us, could he? Not officially, right?” I might be grasping at straws, but as I stare at the hand holding mine, and the platinum band on Rhys’s finger and what I’m realizing now is actually three rings on my ring finger, my heart speeds up again.
“No, love, he couldn’t.” His eyes soften, and I take my first deep breath. “But we stopped by the bishop’s house on the palace grounds.” Rhys grimaces and looks away from me for the first time, and my heart sinks. “I believe I demanded he marry us.”
“You didwhat?” I shriek, horrified.
“You really don’t remember any of last night?” He kisses my palm, and it’s like an electric current jolts through me.
A current that feels familiar.
One I felt on the island.
One I felt last night.
“Do you remember?” I ask.
“Every fucking second of it,” Rhys growls, and something about that sound and the feral look in his eyes sets my body on fire.
Somewhere in the depths of my mind, I know this is a bad idea.
I’m positive getting closer to him isn’t going to help anything.
And maybe later . . . I’ll care.
But right now . . . with him this close . . .
Fuck it.
“Then make me remember too.”
“Fuck, Bellamy...” he pulls back and those sapphire blue eyes stare into me like he’s seeing into my soul. “I’d trade my next fucking breath to kiss you, but you better be sure.”
Rhys
There’s not a damn thing about this that’s sane.
It shouldn’t make sense. But somehow, it does. She does.
I’m not sure I’ve ever done anything for myself before, but this woman... this woman is for me.
With heated eyes and a smile I’m not sure I want to live without, she pulls me down. “Kiss me, Rhys.”
I fight the urge to crush my mouth against hers.
