Fearless (The Powerless Trilogy, #3)

by Lauren Roberts

But watching isn’t nearly enough. I could fall to my knees, beg to be the only one worthy of witnessing her.

I turn slowly toward the dance floor, and there she is, striding toward us with a dazzling smile between rosy cheeks. I’m breathless at the sight of her, doomed by the hope of having her. It’s a beautiful ruin, a devastating devotion. This girl holds my heart in her hands, could crush it between her fingers and still have me thanking her for the touch. And I hold her shoes.

“I want to tell you a secret, but I’m scared of it.” He offers to say it for me. I nod. I notice what is hooked around his fingers, dangling from the hand beneath my knees. “You found my shoes!” He whispers the three-worded secret. “You found my shoes for me.” Another murmured declaration of devotion. Tears prick my eyes. “… you found my shoes for me.” He says he loves me. Again and again.

“That seems foolish,” I breathe. “Then it’s fitting.” He runs a thumb over my bottom lip. “Seeing that I am a fool.” I raise my eyebrows at him. “You told me you weren’t anymore.” His lips brush my cheek. I smile when they meet my nose. Gasp when they graze my neck. “That was pretend, darling.”