Page 166 of Should Our Stars Collide

Suddenly, before Ash can gather his bearings, Kieran lifts himself up and rolls half on top of him. One of his forearms lands next to Ash’s head, a hand splaying flat over Ash’s chest where his heart is currently having a party. Then he grins, as if he found the proof he’s been looking for. His eyes flick to Ash’s lips, the intention clear.

It’s fucking torture.

“Kieran,” Ash murmurs, tone pleading.

Letting out a frustrated groan, Kieran backs off. “What now?”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

Ash sighs. There’s enough reasons to fill a whole-ass book. “Because I don’t want either of us to become attached.”

Kieran gives him a deadpan look. “A little late for that, don’t you think?”

“Fine, then any more attached.”

Sitting up, Kieran’s hands fly into his hair, and he screams towardsthe sky. “God, you are insufferable. I don’t even know why I’m trying so hard. You’re gonna marry me either way.”

Um…what?“Say what, now?”

“What?”

“What did you say?”

“I said you’re gonna marry me either way.”

“I am?”

“Yup.”

“Right.” Ash licks his lips. “And you know that for sure because…”

Kieran hesitates. “I went to see a psychic. He told me.”

This conversation has taken a highly unexpected turn. The most worrying part? Kieran looks dead serious.

“A psychic told you that I’d marry you?” Kieran nods. “Right. Are you feeling okay?”

“No,” Kieran grunts. “I’m annoyed and horny. But mainly annoyed.”

And Ash is confused and horny. But mainly confused.

And suddenly cold where Kieran's not on top of him anymore.

“Come on,” Kieran says, getting to his feet.

“Where to?”

Given the events of the past few hours? The statistics point to the next stop being a dungeon.

Or maybe the altar.

“I’ll drop you off at your office, so you can pick up your sissy car.”

Or not.

Truth be told, the two former options sounded way more exciting than Ash going home to his apartment. His quiet, neat apartment. Without Kieran.