Twisted-Games

holding her up. A fierce protectiveness washed over me as she pressed her
face into my chest.
God, this woman. She had no idea the things I would do for her.
We stayed in the gazebo until the rain stopped, which thankfully didn’t
take long. I would’ve been happy to stay there forever, but I wanted to make
sure Bridget had time to shower and grab some shuteye before our morning
call time.
“You don’t have to carry me. I can walk again.” Bridget laughed as I
scooped her up in my arms and set off back to the inn. “I don’t know about
tomorrow, though. I have a feeling I’m going to be sore.”
“Ground’s wet and it’s dark,” I said. A cloud had drifted over the moon,
and I had to walk slowly to make sure I didn’t step in anything I didn’t want
to step in. “Better if I carry you, sweetheart.”
She didn’t respond, but she tightened her arms around my neck and
pressed a soft kiss to my jaw that made my heart twist in the strangest way.
Then again, nothing about my life had been normal since Bridget von
Ascheberg came into it.