MARTHA POV
“I think I am.”
The words left my mouth before my survival instincts could grab them by the ankles and drag them back into the sensible part of my brain.
For one second, Caelin did not move at all. No smile, no growl, no devastatingly unfair dimple. Nothing. He just stared at me as if I had reached inside his chest and unplugged every working part of him.
He just stared at me, green eyes wide and almost disbelieving, his thumb still resting against my lower lip as if the entire world had stopped between one breath and the next. I thought I’d broken him.
I had said just the truth.
Out loud.
Under the willow trees.
With my mouth still swollen from his kisses and my hands still gripping him like a freaking monkey because I had no intention of letting go.
Finally, he seemed
