BRAN
The words seemed to echo, bouncing off the walls of the room and coming to rest between them, daring him to move. To quit being a f*****g coward and take the next step.
But Bran stood right where he was, still unsure of everything.
What were they doing?
Most importantly, what was he doing?
But he knew what he was doing, didn't he? He was finally admitting to this amazing woman that he didn't really hate her as much as he liked to make her believe. He was finally admitting that he felt something for her—something other than hate and anger and derision.
Something that made his chest tighten every f*****g time he looked at her.
He wasn't sure what it was. He didn't want to put a name to it. But he had a sinking suspicion it came dangerously close to like.
Becaus
