Rhiannon's POV
My cheeks burned, butterfly wings grazing my stomach. “Maybe.”
He smiled, really smiled, his eyes holding mine for a moment longer than they should have, and it made my heart do a somersault in my chest. “So… does that mean you’re not mad at me anymore?”
I blink, confused. “Mad? I was never...”
That smile deepened, and my heart stuttered. “You were. At least that is what I thought because you didn’t look at me once during the ceremony.”
Mad? I tried to remember why he thought I was mad at him, but I got distracted the instant I noticed his eyes on me, a long, intense stare that suddenly made my heart start racing. He’s looking at me, like really looking, and all the noise around us faded.
I swallowed hard, quickly looking away, heat crawling up my cheeks. “You need to
