Henley
As Declan silently drove me back to the castle, he made no move to hold my hand, and he suddenly seemed distant. Something about him was different now. The kiss we shared on the dancefloor was nothing short of electrifying, but he grew quiet as he led me back to the table. We left shortly after, leaving more than half the bottle of champagne untouched.
I looked out the window, wondering if I had done something wrong or said something that had changed things between us. On the dancefloor, I was already falling for him. Maybe he sensed it. After all, he had said that he wouldn't fall in love with me, and I guessed he was proving it now. I had asked for romance, and he had given it to me. But it wasn't as real as I thought.
“Look, if I did something wrong—"
“No." Declan shook his
