“What if someone sees us?” He snorts a laugh, scrubbing a massive hand over the stubble on his cheeks. “Well, if you’re about to be the future Mrs. Eaton, it would make sense that you’d be at my house, no?” My tongue darts out over my lips as I shift my focus to the embankment. He seems … happy about this. I can’t wrap my head around that. It all feels so fucking weird.
