“It feels peaceful.”
“It helps me think.”
I turned to him. “You needed to think tonight?”
A faint movement crossed his jaw. “Yes.”
I tried not to stare at that tiny shift in him but it was impossible. His fingers were still linked with mine. He hadn’t let go once. His thumb brushed my skin every time our hands swung forward and my chest grew tight each time.
We reached an open area with a stone pathway cutting through to an even bigger fountain.
“You seem to be obsessed with fountains,” I commented.
His eyes darkened. “My mother used to love them. They are here to honor her.”
That meant his mother was dead. It was the only thing I knew about his family except for his sister’s death.
The moonlight hit his face and his icy blue eyes pulled me in before I could stop myself.
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