When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97
ARTEMISIA

“Harper?” I ask, taken aback at finding her coming out from what is supposed to be Fynn’s quarters.

“I hope you get happy together. You certainly deserve each other!” she shoots me an angry look before walking away and out through the long hallway.

What the…

“Thank you!” I shout after her, in a sarcastic tone.

I shake myself back to reality, opening the door further to step into the quarters which are supposed to belong to Fynn.

Walking through wide doors and dark interiors, I reach the bedroom with a huge four-poster bed standing in its middle.

“I told you to fucking leave before…” Fynn’s deep voice has me jerking up, and I look at him, seeing him halt in his tracks as he is getting out of the en-suite bathroom.

“She just left,” I say, pointing to the entrance. “Do you want me to call her back?”

His angry expression morphs and a grin spreads on his lips before he moves quickly, reaching me in an instant. Wrapping his arms around me, he lifts me up, covering my face and shoulders in featherlight kisses. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to visit you and your little bunk bed,” I answer, making him laugh. “What is this?”

“Sorry, babe. I wanted to make you feel as much uncomfortable as I could when I was still trying to convince myself that I didn’t need you.”

I nod absent-mindedly, propping my arms onto his shoulders. “Uh-huh. Are you going to tell me what Harper was doing in your quarters just a moment ago?”

“Sure,” he chuckles, letting me back down to my feet. “She wanted to talk to me about… well, her and me… Not that there is anything to talk about.”

“So, what did you talk about?” I ask, crossing my arms on my chest.

He grabs my wrists, loosening my grip to wrap my arms around his neck. “Don’t sulk, princess. I told her nicely that I just used her to make you jealous, got a boring lecture about integrity and that’s it.”

“That’s it?” I ask, making him grin even more.

He leans in to kiss me before nodding slightly. “As I said. Boring.”

“You are so mean. She obviously liked you,” I say, shaking my head, but he just shrugs.

“As if I cared.”

He pulls down the collar of his shirt with a crazily happy expression. “Also, I wear a mark already.”

I laugh, my finger grazing his to pull at the material even more to expose a small mark of reddened skin. “I’m surprised that it is still there.”

“Because it’s important,” he beams at me with a proud expression. “Drake doesn’t want it healed as well.”

Straightening his spine, he pulls me closer to him. “But let’s talk about you. I felt you were a bit troubled a few moments ago. Didn’t your talk go well?”

“No. No. It was just a bit awkward, but it was alright.” I clear my throat, feeling like a traitor at harbouring these silly thoughts of fear, and decide to want it off my chest.

Fynn always made me feel comfortable enough to talk.

“To be honest, I felt like something wasn’t right.”

“What do you mean?” He tilts his head, looking at me questioningly.