Page 74 of Blame it on the Kiss
During dinner he and the guys talked sports while Honor and the girls talked other stuff. They ate, laughed, shared stories.
And whenever possible, Bryce held Honor’s hand under the table.
…
Honor couldn’t ever remember feeling so much a part of something. Sitting with Bryce and his family and friends—her friends too—a sense of belonging filled her. These people didn’t know about her past, they knew her present, and their interest and kindness made her feel good. Made her feel likeshe was good.
As everyone finished their flourless chocolate cake, her stolen conversation with Sophie after dinner last night flitted through her mind.
“I’m so far from mastering who I am, Soph. How can I possibly be good to someone else?” Honor had said.
“You’re good to everyone,” Sophie answered.
“Not all the time. I eventually screw up.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes you do.”
Silence, then Honor said, “How do you know?”
“How do I know you know or how do you know?”
“This is one of those moments where you’ve gone way over my head, Ms. Smarty Pants.”
“I know you know because we can all answer the question, why? It’s just a matter of being honest with yourself.”
“Bryce deserves someone who doesn’t have to ask why.”
“You should let Bryce decide what he deserves. I personally think it’s you.”
“I’m terrified that I’ll hurt him.”
“So don’t.”
“He wants babies.”
“He told you that?
“Did you see him tonight?”
“You don’t want kids one day?”
“I don’t know,” Honor said frustrated. “I don’t know anything right now.”
“Mr. Bryce Bishop,” said a disembodied voice over a microphone. Honor let her recollection go.
Bryce gave her hand a squeeze and flashed that amazing smile of his before standing. Applause filled the ballroom.
He stood at the podium so handsome and confident. Sincerity sounded in his every word. Compassion. Gratitude. Honor couldn’t take her eyes off him. All night he’d been carefully attentive with subtle touches and whispers in her ear. He’d included her in conversations, asked her opinion on things, praised her.
His gaze landed on hers once again, and she imagined starting every day looking into those gorgeous dark pools.
I love you.
No, no, no.
