Chapter 159

The next day, I’m busying sorting through my clothes and trying to decide on an outfit for the party when a knock sounds at my door. Without thinking, I just open it, and there’s Creed, lounging against the wall like he’s just too spoiled and royal to stand up straight.

He smiles at me, and it’s the most arrogant thing I’ve ever seen in my life. A quote from William Shakespeare comes to mind: How insolent of late he is become, how proud, how peremptory. Yep, that’s Creed Cabot in a nutshell.

“Can I come in?” he asks, and I shrug. He pushes up from the wall and saunters in on those long legs of his. I’m so used to seeing him in his academy uniform that it’s almost disconcerting to see him dressed in light colored jeans, a white t-shirt, and flip-flops. Creed makes his way over to the open French doors and steps outside, folding his forearms on the railing. He looks out at the ocean with pale blue eyes, turning his attention to me as I step out beside him.

We’re alon