“Isn’t happening, Sunflower. I’m not going to give your head a single chance to second-guess this conversation. I can get us there faster.”
She pulls her head away from my shoulder and gives me a quick peck on the cheek. My heart fucking stops in that moment.
God, have I missed you.
Kyra
My heart is going to beat out of my damn chest. Standing at the top of the stairs, I make sure to take a few cleansing breaths, and I pick my head up, channeling my non-existent confidence.
There is a zero percent chance he will turn you down.
Descending the stairs, I look at absolutely everything else other than him. Knowing the moment our eyes meet, I will probably fall down the damn stairs. Once I am standing in front of him, I can feel my knees shake beneath me, but I try to hide my nerves as best as possible.
“Hey, Sunflower.” His voice sends chills down my spine, and I have to remind myself to breathe again. Fuck, that nickname gets me every damn time.
“Hi.” Is all I can manage back. I stare at a spot above his head; there is no way I can keep his eye contact.
“Nope, you came over to me. Look. At. Me.”
Holy fuck me.
He stands up from the oversized chair he was sitting in like a damn king. My head tips back to keep my eyes locked with his.
“Can we talk?” I try to break eye contact, but his finger and thumb keep my chin locked on to his ocean blue eyes.
“Of course. Let’s go to my room.” He grabs my hand and leads me towards the other side of the giant mansion.
The moment Cal realizes that I can’t keep up with his long legs, he scoops me up in his arms bridal style.
“Callum, put me down! I can walk, I just needed you to slo-“
“Isn’t happening, Sunflower. I’m not going to give your head a single chance to second-guess this conversation. I can get us there faster.”
We approach a large, warm oak door, and Cal swings it open with the hand supporting my ass. His scent permeates the air.We have been here for a week already, so he has moved in as much as one can when on vacation.
Crossing the floor, Callum sets me gently on the edge of the bed. It is made out of logs, not quite what I would consider a four-poster bed, but the corners do stand much taller than what you would expect. The comforter is a quilt with bears and deer all over it, in browns and greens. This whole place stays true to the wilderness vibes they try to invoke. I would kill to see how they decorate this massive place for Christmas.
“Okay, you wanted to talk, Sunflower. So talk.” He kneels on the floor in front of me. His bad knee bent at ninety degrees, while his good knee is on the ground. The exact position he would probably be in if he were to propose to me.
Do not even go there, Ky. Not yet.
He is still tall enough that he can almost meet my eyes without me moving my head from this position. His large body is directly in front of my knees. I want to slowly spread my legs to let him closer, but the dress I am wearing would never allow that.
Kyra, woman, the fuck up and tell him how you feel.
Fuck, okay, I got this.
“I’m sorry.” I blurt out. It’s the first words that come to my head.
“You’re…sorry.” He says the words slowly, like he is trying to comprehend a whole other language.
“Yes, I shouldn’t push you away as I have been. I had no right to get mad at you for being in a storage closet with Mol-“ His pointer finger rests on my lips to cut off my words.
With a chuckle, he shakes his head. “Oh, Kyra.” Fuck he’s using my actual name, this isn’t good. “You never have to apologize for taking the time you need to be sure of what I already know. You are it for me, Sunflower.” A sigh escapes my body. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath.
Told you he still wanted you.
“Thank fuck.” We both laugh.
