Catching Feelings (Galway Girls Book 2) by K.M. Galvin

Author:K.M. Galvin [Galvin, K.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: K.M. Galvin
Published: 2023-07-16T23:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Three

The rest of the day, Elias treats me cordially. I’d go as far as to say impersonally. The line has been drawn, and we are back to being on opposing sides. He stoked an inferno this morning, threw down an ultimatum, then gave me the cold shoulder. Normally, if I were to get an ultimatum, my answer would be to chuck up the deuces behind me as I walked away.

I personally think ultimatums are manipulative. But his words from earlier, about making the decision for me … about taking it? It’s awakened something in me that I didn’t even know I had. Maybe it’s a side of me that only shows itself around Elias, but the idea of him taking the decision away from me, leading in that way?

Turns out, I might be a freak in the sheets. And it’s only in bed because I’ll karate-chop his larynx if he tries to tell me what to do outside of it.

I glance at the pillar of nonchalance next to me. He’s listening intently to the speaker, periodically taking notes. When he glances down, a lock of his hair falls into his eyes, and I realize he needs a haircut. I slide my hands under my thighs to avoid reaching out and brushing it out of his eyes.

His spicy citrus scent tickles my nose, and I have to concentrate on breathing slowly so I don’t accidentally hyperventilate, trying to breathe him in. It’s that or giving in and shoving my nose into his collar. The first time he caught me in his clothes, I apologized but he smirked and admitted that he liked seeing me in them. That he liked knowing I smelled like him.

How caveman is that?

I totally went home and squealed, kicking my feet when I replayed it later. That hoodie still smells like him, and it’s one hundred percent underneath my pillow at home. But ironically, it’s not until now, when I’m discreetly staring at him out of the corner of my eye, butterflies swarming inside my stomach and feeling totally unsure of myself, that I realize …

I, Cassidy Ann Putnam, have a crush.

On Elias Amir Carmichael the Third.

The horror.

I feel like I’m going to throw up. I hate this. I hate walking around with sweaty palms and freaking nerves about seeing him. He’s in my dreams, and it’s vile. We’re not even doing anything kinky. I’m dreaming of him smiling at me. Of us taking walks, hand in hand. Shopping together … and then I wake up, and I’m all happy and shit.

I’m like a lovesick fangirl, scrolling his socials, wondering about all his likes and dislikes, or lying in bed when I’m trying to read but instead thinking of him.

I want to smack myself.

It’s embarrassing.

I am the one crushed on. I do not have the crush.

Now, I’m going around listening to “Nonsense” by Sabrina Carpenter on repeat and thinking, OMG me.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

If someone had told me this was where I would end up years later after our first encounter, I would have tripped them, then laughed.

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