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William grinned. “I’m ready when you are. But…” He cupped my cheek with his hand, his thumb grazing my mask. “…I think I’d like to see you first. The real you.”
I swallowed hard.
Until recently, I thought I knew who Maeve Arrowood was. With so much of me a mystery, how much could I really reveal to him?
“What if you don’t like the real me?” I muttered.
William pressed another kiss to my lips. “You might not like me either, but there’s only one way to find out.”
My heart skipped a beat as he grasped the edge of my mask between his thumb and forefinger. “Together?”
With shaking fingers, more from exertion than fear, I grasped his mask, too. “Together.”
I held my breath in the split second before we took each other’s masks off. Who was this person I had connected with so strongly, who had apparently lived alongside me on Dusk this whole time?
I slipped his mask off at the same time as he pulled mine away from my face.
The magic facade disintegrated, and I found myself face-to-face with Ben Everhart.
Inearly tripped over the sofa scrambling away from him. Ben did trip over the coffee table doing the same and landed hard on his back.
His head popped up on the other side of the table and we stared at each other, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.
This wasn’t happening. This was literally impossible.
I had slept with Ben Everhart.
“Did you… did you know?” he snapped. “Did you know it was me?”
“Gods, no!” I snatched up my handbag and jerked the hem of my dress as far down my legs as it would go. “I would have run out of here on the first date if I had!”
Where the hell were my panties?
I snatched them up from under the coffee table and shimmied them back on.
My face flushed as Ben watched me do it.
“What is wrong with you? Look away!” I snapped.
“I wasn’t trying to look, I just— Gods, how did this happen?” Ben seized a fistful of his hair.
How did this happen? I thought, as I looped my handbag onto my shoulder.
The dating agency had said we were more compatible than most couples. They had messed up, they must have. There was no way in this world or any other that an Arrowood and an Everhart were compatible in a relationship.
He was supposed to be one of my worst enemies. How could they have gotten it so wrong?
I slipped my shoes back on and dashed over to the door. I opened it, but paused before I ran out.
Looking back, Ben had planted his forehead on the coffee table and was repeatedly banging his head against it.
Ugh, why hadn’t I thought of that? Head trauma was my best chance of forgetting all this ever happened.
Without another look back, I ran out the door.
I shot the girls a text each once I got in the car to drive home, to let them know I was going home and I would speak to them tomorrow.
Until then, I didn’t know that I even had the words to explain what had happened.
