Theo.
Theo held me up by my wrist, unperturbed by the sudden weakness in my legs. I had questions…a lot of questions. Almost five years had passed since I’d last seen him in person. I’d seen pictures of him, but only in tabloids, and always in the back behind my grandfather, out of focused or cropped. Grandpa rarely visited our town of Crowne Point—and even more rarely so our home, Crowne Hall—which meant I never saw Theo.
Never saw the boy I’d saved.
The boy I’d loved.
“What are you doing?” I tried to yank my hand out.
He wouldn’t look at me.
It was a rule all servants and bodyguards followed, but it had never been one Theo had obeyed. Not with me.
He’d grown into his features, his jaw now square and hardened. His cheekbones so sharp they were almost hollowed. Thick, silky, lustrous brown hair fell over hazel-green eyes so clear they were like gemstones.
He was in a suit too.
I don’t know if I’ve ever seen Theo in a suit. It was tailored perfectly to his tall, lean muscular build.
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sp; “Your poor bodyguard is already having to save your ass,” Gemma said.
“My—my what?” I stammered.
He still hadn’t released me, the blood draining beneath his touch.
Heat rose to my cheeks. I tried not to think about how it was Theo touching me and instead attempted to pull my arm from him. He held tight, fingers bruising.
I was above him. I shouldn’t be thinking about the delicious, spicy way he smelled, or his calloused touch. Did his voice still catch on a growl?
“You’re my bodyguard?” It came out on a whisper. “Why?”
But then Gemma laughed, Theo’s gaze snapped to her like a magnet, and I knew.
“Have fun with your new personal babysitter.” Gemma waved airy fingers over her shoulder, her laugh disappearing down the polished halls.
All at once he dropped me.
The heels I still carried clacked to the floor.
It was just me and Theo, alone.
I peeled my eyes from my manicured fingers.
Theo was watching me. I sucked in a breath. If I said something, I could get him fired. I was drawn to him, though. He looked at me with nothing in his crystal-clear green eyes save callousness. I picked at my blush nail polish, staring right back.
“Are you really my new guard?”
Aren’t there easier ways for him to get closer to Gemma? I wanted to ask.
Less… painful ways? For me.
The grandfather clock ticked away a full minute as I waited for him to respond. In the end, I caved.
“Are you back for me?” My words slid out as a confession.
Are you finally back?