Reeva POV
I stare at the closed bedroom door and blink. Once. Twice. Three times. What the hell just happened? I would have been less surprised if he told me he was secretly a wizard or that he had been growing strawberries in his bathtub.
My heart thud against my ribs like a frantic drummer. I care about Hayden – deeply. He makes me laugh, I feel safe with him, I can talk to him, he listens to my bitching, and he is patient. But love? That is a different beast. That is vulnerability.
I finally recover from my initial shock, and anger takes over. Okay, maybe angry is the wrong word. More like affronted, but it manifests as anger. How dare he drop the L-word and then hide in his room? Leaving me all confused and … and I do not know, I feel panicky. The idea of losing him scares the s**t
