Chapter 59

I was over at his place. It was rustic and homely, yet still masculine, with a lot of wood and concrete. Floating shelves and cantilevers that all blended in so well and held the place together. How could a place look so ordinary, yet so magical at once?

Cristo truly was an artist.

“I still can’t understand what happened,” he breathed. “She backed out on her own, just like that.”

I shrugged, “I just wanted her to prepare for the worst.”

“And…and you stood up for me. In front of my parents.”

“As any decent person should.”

“No one’s done that for me before, Lilith.”

I looked at him from under my lashes, skin buzzing and alive with each wave of heat that rolled off him and towards me. He was a good three feet away but he felt so close at that precise moment. On separate couches diagonal from each other around the coffee table. He was right in front of me and I could reach out to touch him if I could.

“Now that your parents and Suzan are out of the way,” I sighed and got up from the couch