Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 130275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
I’d meant what I’d said. I would look for her in the stars the same way I did Poppy. And the way I now looked for Cillian.
Tonight, we were in Manila. Tomorrow, we would fly to Japan. Mia and Leo had told us last night where our final country would be. I was breathless when they’d revealed that. Because it was the beginning of spring. And in Japan, that meant one thing—cherry blossoms would be blooming.
Poppy had always wanted to see Japan and the cherry blossoms. It wasn’t lost on me that I would be ending my trip to healing among the flowers she had so loved.
“Are you ready?” I turned my head to the doorway of my hotel room. Cael stood there, in a long-sleeve button-up shirt, the top few buttons undone, and smart black pants. His hair had been styled—free of his beanie. His stubbled cheeks were cleanly shaved, and I could smell his sea-salt and fresh snow scent from where I sat. I swallowed at just how truly handsome he was.
“Cael,” I said. “You look stunning.” I felt my cheeks blaze. That was one thing I knew I would never shed—my easy embarrassment.
Cael’s array of tattoos stood proudly off his sun-kissed skin. A small spattering of freckles decorated his nose, making his silver nose ring and lip ring stand out even more.
His arms were crossed over his torso as he leaned against the door, but his silver-blue gaze was soft as it landed upon me. I stood from the vanity seat and ran my hands down the pale-blue summer dress I wore. My hair was down in soft waves, and I had kitten-heel sandals upon my feet. Golden stud earrings were in my ears, and I’d even applied a small layer of makeup to my face.
I went to lift my head, to ask how I looked, but before I could, Cael’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me into his strong embrace. With his mouth at my ear, he said, “Shit, Peaches, you look incredible.” My cheeks blazed, but a wide smile pulled on my mouth.
Cael reared back and pushed my hair from my face. He searched each of my features and rasped, “I’ll never understand how the hell you took a chance on me. But I’ll never stop being grateful.”
“Baby,” I murmured as he kissed my forehead, each of my cheeks, and finally, my lips. He didn’t even seem to mind the lip gloss that I had applied. He kissed me deeply, thoroughly, his gentle tongue meeting with mine. Cael’s hands wrapped into my hair, and he kept me flush against his chest. He treasured me in every way possible.
If there was one thing I now knew in this world, it was how it felt to be loved. To be adored. To be held in both your weakest and strongest moments.
I knew what a soulmate truly was.
When Cael stepped back, he threaded our hands together. He studied me for so long, I grew goose bumps along the nape of my neck. “I hope you know how much I love you,” he whispered. My heart bloomed like a flower in spring, but there was a hint of sadness in my soul that mirrored the sorrow that remained in Cael’s raspy voice, in his gait.
His shoulders weren’t as straight as usual, his wide smiles had disappeared, and his laughter had become nonexistent. He’d been working tirelessly with Leo for the past few days. But the fact of the matter was, Cael had been set back some by his exposure therapy. No, not set back; put on the right path. But it was immensely difficult for him, and I wished every day that I could take his pain away.
I breathed slightly easier now. Cael’s breaths were labored. I had watched him last night when we were with our friends and felt myself panicking. He’d been so reserved, so distant that I knew the others noticed it too. He had never been very talkative, but lately, he was mostly silent and withdrawn. The past few days it felt like we were in different places with our grief. I saw that in the group too. Five of us were changing—healthier mentally, emotionally. Cael had fallen behind, and it was the hardest thing to witness.
“Are you okay?” I said, gently tracing my finger over his lip ring. I loved the feel of it against my own lips when we kissed. Cael’s light gaze fell to the ground. When he looked back up at me, his eyes were racked with pain.
“I’m just sad, Peaches,” he said quietly. “I’m just …” He exhaled a long breath. “I’m just really fucking sad.”
“I know,” I said and wrapped my arms around him. I thought I felt a tear fall on my shoulder, but when Cael lifted his head, his eyes were wiped clean. “Are you able to go to this meal tonight?” I asked. Mia and Leo had set up dinner at a local restaurant. A rare night away from the heavy counseling this leg of the trip had provided.