RONAN
Is she laughing?
The question echoes in my head four more times than normal while I look at her, stupefied. Sarah holds her stomach with her right hand, clutching the hem of her shirt as she almost rolls off my body.
My grip on her waist becomes firmer, and I pull her closer, holding her against my chest. I will let her absorb into my body if I need to.
“Is she joking?” Jaxon asks, his gaze dances between Malachi and I, as though he’s waiting for us to make sense of everything that just happened. Little does he know I’m as confused as he is. Perhaps, even more confused.
“She’s laughing, that has to mean she’s joking.”
“I’m not.” Sarah replies, still filled with amusement. She wipes the stray tear from her right eye, and takes in deep breaths to steady herself.
“I’m not jok
