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At least heās not a ghost of himself like when I found him at the top of that cliff. High, disoriented, broken.
Iād rather see him bursting with his usual entitlement and anger than drowning in a sea of pain.
Not that I should give a damn about any of his moods, but apparently, I doāno matter how much Iāve attempted to deny it. At this point, itās a complication I need to deal with.
Prestonis a complication of epic proportions.
Someone Iām not sure how to stop from invading my thoughts non-consensually. Atalltimes.
Like a fucking incurable chronic illness.
As he marches into the shop, itās hard not to see just how much he doesnāt belong here.
Heās dressed in expensive jeans, an off-white sweater, and a knee-length camel-colored cashmere coat that could be smudged by the very air in the shop.
The town, even.
He should look like an eyesore in this place, but heās justā¦majestic. Elegant without trying, beautiful to the point that itās dazzling.
Some passersby on the street are glancing his way, probably without realizing it. Heāsthatirresistible.
The floppy golden hair parted to the side, the inquisitive green eyes, the defined set of his jaw, and the pure masculine energy he exudes are just effortlessly attention-grabbing.
Iāve always found Prestonās beauty mesmerizing. Since the time he dangled his feet while sitting on that branch in Dadās garden.
Itās been fifteen years, but as he approaches me, I still think heās the most beautiful specimen that ever walked the earth.
Fairy princes arenāt a mere figment of the imagination; theyāre real, and Preston is the personification of those mythical beings.
Now, heās more masculine and violent, but he still looks ethereal, possessing physical perfection. Tall, but not a giant, muscular, but not bulky, beautiful, but not soft. Looks approachable, but is actually headstrong, heartless, and sadistic.
Sometimes, like now, I feel like heās not real. Just like that time when I mistook him for a fairy. Itās like he was supposed to belong to another universe but somehow slipped between the cracks and ended up here.
Right in front of me.
Like my untold birthday wish.
I find myself fantasizing about blinding each and every person who looks at him, plucking their eyes out, and bashing their heads in.
Excessive, maybe. But Iām at that point of no return, where I choose to fully embrace the complication.
Thereās no point in fighting this pull I have toward Preston anyway, so I might as well soak it in, mold him into exactly whatIwant.
I slide my gaze from him to Jenna, pretending to erase him, though thatās impossible when his presence invades all my senses.
āIt should be good to go,ā I say. āIf you hear the noise again, bring it back up and Iāll have a look to see if we need to change the wheel bearing.ā
I can see Prestonās expression darkening in my peripheral vision.
Jenna, however, doesnāt seem to notice as she twirls her hair. āYou can have another look now if you want. I have time to spare.ā
āHe doesnāt.ā Preston slides to my side, so smoothly, I might add, and stops a step ahead of me, his shoulder slightly blocking me. āHe said your car is good. Off you go.ā
āExcuseme?ā Jenna gawks at him, standing taller. āAnd who are you?ā
He smiles, those dimples creasing his cheeks even as he wears an expression so fake, itās dramatic. āA customer.ā
She searches our surroundings, then glares. āI donāt see your car.ā