Blossom in Winter (Blossom in Winter, #1)

by Melanie Martins

My heart can’t hold it in any longer, and I suddenly blurt out, “I love you.” Then I briefly close my eyes, holding back the tears. “And not in the way I should…” I sniffle, looking down, ashamed to have said it. “Oh, Petra.” He lays my head on his shoulder, before sighing in return. “Don’t say that.” And he starts kissing my hair, trying to comfort me, but I’m still crying. He stares back into my eyes and dries the tears with his thumb. “Don’t say that,” he repeats, his voice soft. “You’re just confused.” “I know I shouldn’t…” I sniffle. “You are my godfather, my dad’s best friend, and more than twice my age. I know that! But I always felt like…” I look away, swallowing hard, my eyes still wet and my face scarlet. My heart’s pounding so damn fast and loud that I feel like I’m suffocating. I have to tell him, but it’s hard, so hard… “Like what?” he asks, holding my chin up, his gaze searching mine. “Like I belong to you.” I let it out. I dry my tears, even though they’re still falling. My eyes lost in his, I continue, “I wish I could remain immune to you. Forgive me, but I can’t. I can’t give myself to anyone but you.” His mouth is agape in shock, but my heart has taken over. “Oh God, I want you so much. And I know you want me too. I feel it. The way you touch me, stare at me, kiss me—”

The level of discomfort that I feel .....