Beautiful.
Next, I’m directed to page 128.
And
Then page 37.
I think I should confess…
Page 212.
I’m
Page 114.
Falling
Page 235.
For
Page 6.
You.
I can hardly breathe. Can hardly comprehend the words I put together. There’s nothing after this. No more page numbers. Nothing to suggest this is just the start of a joke.
But it must be.
Right?
This can’t be real…can it?
No, William,yougive me a reason.
Go get rid of that book.
I slam the cover shut, my mouth falling open. Did he want me to see this? Wasthishis answer? His reason? Because he’s…falling for me?
My head spins, and my feet move before my mind tells them to. Before I know it, I’m standing before William’s bedroom door, my knuckles rapping on its surface. My whole body shakes from the force of my racing heart, but its cadence turns to terror as only silence echoes back.
He isn’t in his room. Which means he must be in Aubrey’s. Can he even earn a point toward our bet in her room? Our terms state the intimate act must take place in our own bedroom.
But…
If he plans to stay the night with her…
Doesn’t that make her bedroom his for the evening?
My stomach drops. I didn’t consider that possibility when we were at Somerton House, but now it’s all I can think about.
I slam my hand against his door one last time.
“Is everything all right?”
I startle at Daphne’s voice and whirl to face her. She pads across the floor toward me, her tiny black eyes filled with worry.
“Have you seen William?” I rush to say.
