It was awfully nice of her to send me back to Cecilia with cookies. I was wondering how she was doing anyhow, so it'd be nice to check in after a night of solitude with a plate of fresh baked treats. "She will like that I'm sure," I said with a smile.Â
I admit, I wasn't surprised when she decided to send me back to my suite. But what did surprise me was her whispered sentiment. I nearly dropped the plate of cookies on the floor as she ran off to her room, leaving the words lingering in the space she left behind. I swallowed the lump in my throat.Â
No one... no one, no one had ever said that to me. I mean sure, Erik and Astrid and maybe mum once or twice, but never in a romantic context. Honestly, I was thankful that she sauntered off before I could react because I was dumbfounded and wasn't sure what I would've said. Had I been an idiot, I would've said it back, hence ruining everything because at this point it would've been a lie. Or a half truth. I felt something... but for a man who just found out what his heart was really for... love was pushing it. Too soon. And maybe she didn't even mean it. Maybe she was saying it because of tomorrow, in case anything happened. Or maybe she did and still.Â
I found myself staring at the longhorn steer on the mantle and shaking my head again. "Girls." I showed myself down to my suite and headed to my room to find Cecilia waiting there, half asleep with the TV on. I offered her the cookies and shortly after we crawled into bed, this time mostly staying on our own sides of the bed. As her breathing deepened and she drifted off, I lay awake, staring at the dark ceiling and thinking about the words Shea whispered to me. Tomorrow was going to be a hell of a day...