Flashback ( PDFDrive )

She couldn’t find the words to finish that sentence.
To have him saying these things—after years of wishing and hoping
and dreaming and . . .
It was . . . unreal.
And part of her wanted to grab him and kiss him silly.
But another part wanted to cry—and for some reason that wimpy
part of her was winning.
“Hey,” Fitz said, gently tilting up her chin so he could study her.
“You okay?”
Her nod might’ve been the world’s most unconvincing nod. And
she waited for Fitz to freak out. She deserved that. He was being so
sweet and honest and perfect, and she was . . .
What was she?
Scared, maybe?
And nervous.
And excited.
And not totally believing that any of this was real, and waiting for it
to all turn out to be some huge misunderstanding.
And—
“Is this too much right now?” Fitz whispered. “I know it’s been a
crazy day, so . . . we can wait.”
Sophie shook her head.
Waiting would only make it worse. Then there’d be even more
pressure to say all the right things just like Fitz was.
And she wanted to.
Just like she wanted to go back to that moment in Everglen’s
reception hall, before Silveny interrupted them, when it all felt so
exciting and incredible and not quite so real.