He Didn’t Kidnap Me. Not Exactly novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206

Honestly, I was beginning to suspect my hair owed me an apology.

But that wasn’t the part my mind refused to let go of.

It was everything that happened afterward.

The panic.

Calling for help.

Calling DeLuca.

Then…

Him walking into the bathroom.

I stopped breathing for half a second.

He had looked genuinely alarmed when he came through the door, his attention searching for whatever danger had made me scream his name. Then his eyes had found me instead.

Completely exposed.

Completely vulnerable.

My cheeks immediately warmed.

I remembered the surprise on his face.

The way he had looked away almost as quickly as he’d looked at me in the first place.

The way he had apologized despite the fact that I was the one who had called him.

The way he had remained focused on helping me instead of allowing the awkwardness to become something else.

At no point-not for a single second-had I felt unsafe.

Embarrassed?

Absolutely.

Mortified?

Without question.

But unsafe?

Never.

That realization settled quietly inside me, and to my surprise, I discovered something else settling beside it.

I didn’t regret the memory.

I didn’t even dislike remembering it.

I simply…

Paused.

My cheeks grew even warmer.

“No.”

I pointed an accusing finger at myself.

“What are you doing, Daisy?”

The question hung uselessly in the air.

Because the truth was, I didn’t know.

I only knew that every time I remembered DeLuca standing there, trying so hard to be respectful despite how impossibly awkward the situation had become, something warm spread quietly through my chest.

That couldn’t be healthy.

Or safe.

Or convenient.

“Nope.”

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