HAILEY
The worst part is that a part of me wanted him to finish that sentence.
Which is significantly horrifying.
I keep talking anyway because if I stop now, the silence between us will swallow me alive.
“And then one of the elders actually suggested waiting for Aurora to grow up instead,” I continue while pacing slowly across the gazebo, my fingers rubbing the silk hairband. “As if Rory isn’t literally six years old and emotionally controlled by cupcakes.”
A quiet laugh leaves him at that.
And I thank the goddess because honestly, the air in this gazebo slightly dissipates as if forgetting a little of the fact that we almost crossed a line five minutes ago.
And my brain absolutely refuses to process that properly right now.
I continue pacing anyway because sitting beside him ag
