“Yes.” I sniffle. “Because you made me wait.”
He frowns. “Made you wait for what?”
“For this?” I purse my lips. “For telling me all this. And just so you know, I figured it out four weeks ago.”
“Figured out what?”
“That you’re in love with me.”
His eyes pierce into mine. “You figured it out.”
“Yes.”
“How?”
I go up on my tiptoes. “Because I’m smarter than you.”
Finally his lips twitch. “You are.”
“And because you told me that you had my sweater in the trunk of your car. You know who would do such a thing?”
“Who?”
“A guy in love. A guy who’s obsessed with me. You’re obsessed with me, Roman.”
Those twitching lips of his break into a lopsided smile, a smile that makes him look boyish. “I am.”
I move my hands and tug at his hair then. “And you never said anything. As usual. But it’s worse, isn’t it?”
His own hands move and his fingers go into my hair, burying themselves, and his body loses its rigid quality, sliding against me. “How is it worse?”
I shake my head at him, letting my anger show. “Because you’ve been obsessed with me for the past thirteen years. Since you saw me at that playground. And I don’t even remember that day.”
Not that my anger is making a dent on his amusement, no.
He’s all relaxed now, totally opposite of how he was only a few moments ago and yes, I want to be relaxed too that he told me. And I’ve been waiting for it.
But I’m not.
Because my anger is catching up to me.
“You don’t, huh?” he rasps, massaging my scalp.
I don’t let his magic fingers deter me though. “No. And now I want you to tell me every single detail about that day. Every single thing, Roman. The weather, the time. What were you wearing? And what I said to you and —”
“You said thank you,” he interrupts me, his small smile still in place, his fingers slowly working their magic on me. “Like a good girl. I dirtied your dress and you gave me your big blue eyes and said thank you.”
My breath hitches at the tenderness, the heat in his tone. “From now on, I want you to tell me everything. Everything. All your secrets and your fears and your desires. Your dreams. Everything.”
At this, his eyes go grave. “I will.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise.”
At last, my ire lessens. “I’m going to be your best friend, Roman. And you can’t stop me.”
Those wolf eyes of his flash. “You want to be my friend, Fae?”
