Broken Kingdom (Royal Hearts Academy #4)(10)

“Love yo—” I start to tell him, but he’s already walking away.

After sparing one more glance in his direction, I start my hike to the cafeteria.

The campus is huge, but the food they serve here makes the lengthy walk and wait worth it.

I usually stick to my typical turkey bacon club sandwich, but I’m craving something a little healthier today, so I opt for an apple and veggie wrap.

After grabbing my food and paying, I trek off to my favorite place.

The lake.

I was surprised to find out they had one on campus, but the moment I discovered the small piece of tranquil paradise nestled away from all the buildings, I fell in love.

Usually, I come here with Stone, but given our new schedule changes, I’m on my own.

Apparently not though because some guy is sitting on my bench eating a sandwich.

Yes, I know a bench is public property, but I’ve come to think of this as my spot.

The quiet place where I can get away from it all and clear my head.

Well, in between Stone droning on and on about how hard med school is and how he has no time.

Stifling a groan of irritation, I march down the hill and tread over to the guy. There’s an empty space next to him so he should have no problem sharing the bench with me.

“Do you mind if I—”

My words fall by the wayside the moment he comes into view.

He’s wearing some kind of gray jumpsuit, but it does little to hide the muscles lining his tall, lean frame. My breath catches as I take in the rest of him. Not only is his face flawless, with prominent cheekbones and full lips, he’s rocking some dark blond scruff along his chiseled jawline that’s the same shade as his hair.

I’d say he looks like a typical California surfer, but he’s so much hotter than that—not that I’m focused on his appearance because I have a fiancé I’m in love with.

I should look away because I’m practically gawking, but his eyes keep me prisoner. They’re a gorgeous blue hue—however, it’s the turmoil lurking in them that renders me speechless.

He looks lonely. Miserable, actually.

Almost like he needs a friend.

With that thought pressing me, I find my words. “Can I sit here?”

A whirlwind of emotions scatter across his face as he looks around the empty lake in disbelief, almost like he thinks he’s being punked.

Whatever the case, it’s clear he doesn’t want me around. “Sorry for bothering you, I’ll leave—”

“Stay.”

The simple, single word comes out like a plea.

As if he needs me.

So, I do.

However, trying to strike up a conversation with him is hard, because he goes quiet after that.

Which means all the talking is left to me. Awesome.

“It’s kind of crazy how no one really comes here.”

Then again, that’s part of the appeal. It’s the one place on campus that isn’t bustling with students and obnoxious people talking over each other.

The one place I can hear my own thoughts when the world gets too loud.

“My fiancé, Stone, told me about this place last semester,” I continue. “He suggested we eat lunch out here because he’s not too fond of being around people.”

Which is strange, I’m now realizing because he’s going to be a doctor. Interacting with humans is kind of a requirement.

“His schedule changed this semester though, so we don’t see each other as much as we used to,” I explain. “He’s in the premed program. Things are kind of hectic for him.”

That turmoil is back in his eyes when I look at my new friend again, but he remains silent.

Weird.

I fiddle with my engagement ring. “I’m supposed to be getting married in August.” I mentally kick myself when I catch my blunder. “I mean, I am getting married in August.”

August eighteenth to be exact.

Exactly two years after my accident.

Stone picked the date. He said we should turn a tragedy into something positive since it brought us together.

The guy looks at me then, studying me intently. I have no idea what he sees, but it has him frowning before he peels his gaze away and focuses on the lake.

“Are you married?” I ask but then realize that’s a stupid question because he can’t be much older than I am and he’s not wearing a wedding ring.

Keeping his eyes trained on the lake, he shakes his head.

“I never planned on getting married so young,” I confess because for some strange reason I’m unable to keep my mouth shut.

“Actually,” I amend. “I’m not really sure what my plans were because I was in a car accident and I have something called retrograde amnesia.”

Beside me, he stiffens.

“I know,” I carry on. “It sounds like a big deal, but—I don’t know. I think it was a blessing because the old me was a really shitty, awful person.”

“What makes you say that?” he utters unexpectedly. “If you can’t remember who you were, how do you know what kind of person you used to be or what might have shaped you to be that way?”

I think about this for a moment and realize he would be right.

If it weren’t for the few glimpses of my former self I’ve had.

“Well, they don’t happen often, but sometimes I get these little memory flashback things. Bits and pieces of who I was…but not enough to form a whole picture.”