For a long while, nothing but the sound of the water pelting down into the river beneath filled the air between us.
He was right. I may have always loved him, and I was pleasantly surprised by the fact that he wasn't as hard as his protective exterior was. But something about this trip...
I felt like he had peeled off layers within me. I now said the things I really thought, like how I said I never once believed Reed deserved him. Like how I said Queen Isabella had been responsible for Emma's death. Like I told him that I would want to feel his skin under the majestic sheen of the moonlight.
He gave me a different colour to my own self, showing me a mirror, and yet, I saw someone else, someone better.
And I had peeled layers off him, too. I had heard of how he longed for a normal relat
