Chapter 460

  “You look beautiful tonight … you always do.” He says it so quietly it’s almost inaudible. His voice tingle on my lips, a tiny sensation of vibration that makes me ache to kiss him and struggle to keep myself in check. My legs are turning to Jell-O and my insides a washing machine on spin. Tying it neatly, I give it one last tug and impulsively smooth my hands across his shirt and lapels without thinking, hands burning with the feel of him.

  I have tied these for him a million times and it’s almost like breathing to me, the way I instantly reverted to Sophie of old. Arrick seems to take a moment, leans into my palms, before he moves back to straighten up and passes me back my drink coolly. I can barely catch my breath. The sudden lurch in my center makes me instantly emotional and unable to keep this act of indifference up.