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“Tell me, darling, do you think of me often?” His voice is a murmur, as if his lips were pressed against my ear. I shiver, knowing exactly what that feels like. If he knows I’m here then why hasn’t he— “Do I haunt your dreams, plague your thoughts, like you do mine?”
She tastes like a piece of the heaven I won’t be going to. Kissing her is relief.
“I hate you.” “I know,” I murmur into her mouth.
“I’m not jealous.” My gaze lingers on her lips before traveling down the length of her. “Then you just look good.”
“Tell me you hate me, and I’ll still count every heartbeat, every freckle, every shiver of your body, if only you say it with a smile.” He backs away, freeing my face from his hands. “I may be a monster, but if you cut me, I’ll bleed. And if you break my heart, Pae, you’ll break me. So, if even a sliver of your soul longs for mine, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to deserve it.”
“Maybe you really are a poet,” I whisper. He smiles softly. “Or just a fool for you.”
“Then I’ll spend the rest of my life tracking you down,” he says quietly. “Glimpsing you in the shadows. Fighting you in the streets. Dancing with you in my dreams. Because living without you is only bearable when I know you are out there still living too.”
“You are my proof of a paradise,” he murmurs with a quick flick of my nose.
The king’s eyes are on me while mine are somewhere far away. Somewhere with her. A place where I am nothing and no one and happy being powerless, so long as she is beside me.
Because the beast doesn’t get the beauty.
