Thirteen
I reread my notes for the fifth time that morning, preparing for the presentation that could change everything.
“You’ll be okay,” William said, placing a reassuring hand on my arm. “I believe in you.”
“Thank you.” I leaned across to give him a chaste kiss and catch the adoring twinkle passing through his eyes. After our talk, we’d become much more comfortable in what kind of affection and intimacy suited us best.
Without the idea of s*x looming over us, we’d grown much closer to each other. We’d become a version of ourselves that I could see lasting for centuries.
“I’m nervous,” I admitted softly. I didn’t want to speak too freely in the limo, but I had too many worries to silence on my own.
“Just do your best. Everything you need is in the presentation.” William gave my han
