INTO THE BADLANDS

Freya's head was still in the clouds, with the three words Rowan had just said to her dancing in her mind. She hadn't seen it coming at all, both the kiss and the confession. He'd said it so smoothly; obviously, Freya had been waiting for those words. All of Rowan's actions had hinted at the feelings he had for her, but it wasn't in that very moment.

Words like that were usually said in private, maybe while couples were holding each other closely. Freya never knew they could be said randomly and still make such an impact. She felt weak in her knees, and not just because of Rowan professing his feelings for her but because of everything that had happened in one night.