I lift my palm up. “I solemnly swear I will not tell a soul. First of all, they wouldn’t believe me. Second of all, I really don’t need to start a new reason for our families to go to war.”
He comes closer, stopping right as we’re chest to chest. His hand slides up my arm, then over my shoulder, then to my neck. Each heartbeat that passes, my blood pumps faster.
His touch does something to me that I’ve never felt before.
“I’ll give you five days to rethink this plan. Five days to consider every angle, issue, and consequence. Meet me here in five days if you really want to do this, and then I’ll lay you down and make good on every desire you’ve ever had.”
He brushes his thumb over my cheek and then kisses me softly.
Without another word, he mounts his horse, and I melt, my legs like jelly. I sink to the ground, unsure how I’m going to last five days.
Patience is a virtue that I don’t possess.
It’s been exactly twenty-four hours since Tristan left me at the top of the ridge. Since then, I have been rendered useless.
I’m tired, and I thought that maybe if I got to work, it would take my mind off things. Since sleep surely didn’t.
I thought wrong.
All I think about is his promise.
I don’t need five days.
Hell, I didn’t need five hours.
I grab my phone and text him.
I’m in.
Tristan
Five days, Lark. We’ll talk in four more days.
I groan and toss my phone on the hay bale next to me.Jerk.I’m all spun up, and now I have to wait.
What guy turns down a sure thing?
A dumb one.
Speaking of dumb guys, Jeremy is standing in the doorway of the barn. I haven’t seen him since we broke up. Honestly, I haven’t even thought about him much.
“Hey, Lark,” he says, walking inside.
“Jeremy, hey.”
“Sorry to just drop in.”
“It’s fine, is…everything okay?” I ask.
Jeremy never came by during the day. He worked through lunches, always striving to impress his parents, who own the building company they all work for.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. I hadn’t talked to you, and then I heard a rumor, and…”
“A rumor? About me?”
He nods and walks closer. “Yeah, that you’re with someone new.”
There’s no way he could know what Tristan and I talked about. That was a day ago, and I haven’t spoken about it. My stomach drops, and I try to get my racing thoughts under control.
