The Cunning Thief (Stolen Hearts #6)(50)

Oddly enough, he said the words almost... hesitantly. She didn’t remember the last time he’d sounded hesitant about anything.

“You’re a liar,” she said abruptly.

He was silent for a minute as he absorbed the sudden subject change. “You’re not wrong.”

“I don’t really know anything about you. Everything you’ve said could be a lie.”

“I guess that’s just who I am.”

She tightened her lips. This wasn’t going how she wanted this to go. “So I’m right? Was everything a lie?”

“Shae....”

“I just want to know. I mean, everything is confusing and nothing makes sense and I don’t know if I’m losing my mind or not and you’re going to leave now and I really don’t know how I feel about that and—”

Tristan reached out and set his hands on her arms, rubbing them up and down. “Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Not yet. But—”

“I love the water. That’s true.”

She blinked, remembering the very personal reason for why he loved the water. That deeply personal story he had told her on the beach before everything had gone wrong. Before she had lost control of herself and kissed him.

“Really?”

He nodded, nudging in closer until he was nearly hugging her. “Yes. I love the water and I love you. You can bet your ass both of those things are true.”

A big grin covered her face and, just as though she were on the beach again, she couldn’t help from launching herself into his arms.

~~~THE END~~~