"I am, sorry for not believing you earlier."
He gently lifts that rogue flick of hair from my cheek and tucks it behind my ear.
And I feel a trail of warmth linger where his touch was.
What is this feeling? This warmth in my chest...
It's completely different from how I felt with those instruments Maeve used to stimulate me. This is stronger—wilder—almost carnal. The churning in my stomach makes my knees feel weak.
Did he really ask me for forgiveness? I'm at a loss for words right now.
And that's when it happens.
A sharp, heart-lurching pain strikes my stomach, and my arms immediately wrap around it.
"Aghhh!" I stagger back, body crouched, face twisted in agony.
"Fuck! Shit! What's happening?"
"Doll? Kae—Kael—" I whisper breathlessly as he palms my face with his hand, making me look at him.
"What's happening?" he asks.
"I—I don't know..."