CHAPTER 4
JOSS
The only thing that has been keeping me sane for the last few hours of this fantasy extravaganza has been getting glimpses of Syndal through the crowd. Sometimes people will move just right, their wings and fake swords and padding parting perfectly, and I’m able to see her again. And again.
It has been a tease. And a taunt.
Syndal is gorgeous in the best ways possible. Her beauty is simple, real, and indulgent, just like her sweet treats.
There’s something about her. I don’t fully understand it, but I learned to trust my gut when it matters the most. I’m positive this is one of those moments in life when your future is holding its breath and waiting for you to choose a path.
It’s been difficult as fuck not to stand in the corner near her table and watch her. But I’ve also been trying to do my job, if for no other reason than to ensure Syndal’s safety.
The thought of something happening because I let my guard down makes my stomach twist uncomfortably.
I could say her red hair has been catching my attention, a shade that is just a little too red to be natural. A lot of women couldn’t pull off the color, but there’s something about Syndal which makes the unnatural color feel totally right. I don’t understand it.
Fuck, I don’t really understand anything I’ve been thinking and feeling since the moment I approached her table and she turned towardme. I noticed her hair as I was approaching her along with the lush curves of her body.
My cock twitches behind the fly of my pants at the thought of her curves, which I can’t see right now but desperately want to. She’s fucking voluptuous; it’s the only way to describe her.
I know she’ll be soft, so fucking soft, pressed up against me. I want to feel the way her tits would pillow against my chest. Or the way her thick thighs would cradle me with my hips wedged between them. Or the way her ass would jiggle after slapping it and leaving a pink handprint behind.
Fuck.
The thought is almost too much for me. I let out a low groan as the crowd shifts again and I’m unable to see her anymore. Taking the opportunity, my eyes dart around to take in the people around me. As if the universe knows that part of my mind is elsewhere, there haven’t been many issues at today’s event.
I’m grateful.
Because I’ve been able to really soak up every moment of having my eyes on my woman. And she is mine. I knew it when I walked over to her table and saw her with a big smile on her face as she talked to her customers. The light coming from her and bathing everyone around her was impossible to ignore.
I would have kicked my own ass for never taking the time to meet the woman with the treats sooner. If only I had, then I wouldn’t have been knocked on my metaphorical ass when I got close enough to really see her.
Then I couldn’t look away.
And I didn’t want to.
I still don’t.
Myfeet shuffle closer to her as the crowd swells around her table again. I could say it’s because I want to make sure that there aren’t any issues, but it’s not why I move closer.
Someone is going to flirt with her, slip them their number, or ask her out. I want to be there when it happens.
The caveman inside of me, the one I wasn’t even aware I have, hits his fits against his chest. He wants me to close the distance to my woman and pick her up until her legs are dangling and her fingernails have to dig into my shoulders as she holds onto me. I would take her far away from all these people and lock her away so I’m the only one who can enjoy the light which shines from her so effortlessly.
But I know she wouldn’t like it.
It only took a few moments of watching her to see just how much selling her treats means to her. She loves everything she makes and only wants others to enjoy them. I don’t need her to say it because it’s written all over her face.
Joy.
Pure fucking joy washes over her features every time someone chooses a treat from the display. The pride that rolls off of her, along with the hope, is intoxicating. I want more.
I shuffle even closer and the crowd shifts again to allow me to see more of her. My hands tingle with the need to trace her curves. The need to memorize them slams into the center of my chest.
What is this woman doing to me?
When I woke up this morning, she’s the last thing I thought the day would bring. I have a need to claim Syndal and make her mine, while embedding myself so deeply into her life that she’ll never find a way to get rid of me. Unhinged? Maybe a little but I’m more than okay with it.
