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"Seems you have quite your hands full, my beauty," he whispered with a wink.
I decided to play dumb even though I could feel my face flushing with embarrassment.
"What are you talking about Tommy?" I tried to joke. He looked at me intently and it felt like he could see right through me in that moment.
"Have you met Damon yet?" he asked randomly.
I frowned, not knowing exactly where he was going with this. "I have..." I responded. "I met him at school."
"Hmmm…and how do you feel about him?" Tommy asked. "It's obvious how you feel about Beckham and Mason."
If I thought I was red before, I now must resemble a cherry. "I...like Damon," I said hesitantly. Tommy smirked at me.
"Is like the word you would really use to describe it?" he asked.
I felt a little overwhelmed in the moment. If it was obvious to Tommy that I was crushing on all three of them, then I'm sure that Mason, Damon, and Beckham were all going to catch on to my feelings as well. For someone who had barely been kissed, this situation was quickly spiraling out of my control. I needed air. Now was a good time to go feel the ocean for the first time.
The sounds of the party followed me as I walked outside, desperate for some air and a chance to have a little bit of peace from the people clamoring for attention…and Tommy's questions. Mason was held up with some record executives who wanted to talk about the tour and when the next album was going to come out so he said sent me ahead, telling me he would join me in a few minutes.
Tommy's mansion was literally right on the ocean. It was a full moon tonight, or at least close to it, and the light reflected off the water, lighting my path to the shore. I had left my shoes on the porch and I found myself getting close enough to the water that I could feel the waves rolling over my feet. Since I hadn't experienced the ocean before, I basked in the saltwater smell and the spray hitting my face.
I was much more comfortable away from the prying eyes and the curious questions that everyone had for me about my role in Mason's life. A voice shocked me out of my reverie.
"What are you doing all alone out here?" Beckham's voice floated from behind me.
I stayed gazing at the waves and didn't turn to look at him. "That was a little bit overwhelming for me," I answered softly. "I'm not used to crowds."
"You would think I would be used to it by now," he replied, almost absentmindedly. "But I still get nervous when I know I'm going to be around a lot of people like tonight."
I looked back at him but he was peering out over the water, seemingly lost in thought. We stood there in silence for a moment.
"You're standing in a fairy ring," he remarked quietly.
I looked up at him confused. He gestured to the sand at my feet. To my surprise there was an almost perfect circle of shells around me. "Oh my! That is so strange. What did you call it? A fairy ring?"
"Yes," he answered. "Fairy rings are said to be good luck and bless the beings who step in them."
I smiled at him and rolled my eyes.
"You don't believe in legends?" he asked, amused.
"I don't believe in fairy tales," I corrected him. Beckham made a noise in the back of his throat in disagreement. He took a step closer to me and placed a hand on my waist. I could feel the heat from his body enveloping me.
I was standing in mother's rose garden, reaching out to pick one of her famous hybrid ones, when I felt someone approach me from behind. I relaxed when the smell of pine and fresh musk enveloped me.
"Hello my love," Beckham said softly, brushing his lips against my neck.
I smiled and turned around, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him close. "You came," I exhaled. He kissed me like he hadn't seen me in years. His tongue sliding into my mouth, licking and tasting me like I was his favorite treat. I pressed against his lips, devouring his lips in return. He was my favorite flavor and every kiss was better than the last. He pulled back from me, his gorgeous grin darkening briefly.
"Father kept me longer at my studies," he answered apologetically. "He had some sort of meeting with your father in the king's private chambers this morning, and was late to my lessons. I thought about you all day though."
I sighed at his sweet words.
"Do you know what they were meeting about? Father would not say," he asked.
I frowned with a little bit of frustration.
"Mother says we have an important guest arriving soon," I answered, shrugging. "She won't tell me who though. I'm sure it's just another emissary from one of the kingdoms, nothing to be bothered about," I smiled reassuringly.
