Find Me Alastar

“My Grandmother on my mother’s side loved to cook. I was her favorite so she would always ask me

to help her in the kitchen.”

I smile stupidly. Why do I get so excited about every new piece of information I learn about Alastar

O’Shea?

He stops what he is doing, throws his tea towel over his shoulder and looks up at me. “Would you like

to go to Ireland next weekend and meet my family?”

“Really?”

He smiles warmly as he kisses me gently. “Really.”

Butterflies immediately take flight in my stomach. “If you…” I hesitate.

“If I what?”

I swallow nervously. “I only want to meet your parents if you are serious about this. I don’t want to go

up there and play happy families if-”

He cuts me off with a kiss. “If what?”

I shrug and my eyes drop to the floor.

He kisses me gently. “I don’t want to be away from you again.”

The question has been burning in my stomach rises to a head. “Why did you sleep in the corridor of

my apartment?” I ask.

He shakes his head in embarrassment and runs his hands through his hair. “The night I made Brielle

come and collect you from my house, I felt so terrible.” He pauses.

I stay silent.

“I came over late that night to check on you.” He kisses me again as if to soften the blow.

I stay silent. I hate this memory.

“I could hear you crying and talking to Brielle through the door.”

My head drops in shame. Fuck. I’m a fruit loop.

He lifts my chin with his finger and kisses me gently. “I knew I couldn’t knock and I didn’t want to go

home until I knew you were okay, so I paced the pavement outside of your building.

“Oh,” I whisper unsure of what to say. I wrap my arms around him. We stay still, our cheeks together.

Both silent, both lost in a horrible, distant memory.

“Anyway, I was going to go home the other night, but I must have fallen asleep. I woke the next

morning when Vanessa opened the door.”

My eyes hold his.

“I just knew I had to at least try and stay away from you.”

I raise my eyebrows. “By sleeping on the floor of an apartment hallway?”

He kisses me again and shakes his head. “I don’t know. I felt better being out the front of your

apartment than I felt at home.”

I smile softly. “You are crazy, Alastar O’Shea.”

“You know it,” he whispers. We are interrupted by a knock on the door. “That will be my annoying

brother.” He turns back to his frying pan. “I think the door is locked. Could you let him in?”

“Sure.”

I open the door and Thomas beams a beautiful smile. “Hello, Emmaline.”

His smile is contagious. “Hello, Thomas.”

He grabs me in an embrace and twirls me around off the floor. “The angel has come back to rescue my

heartbroken brother,” he teases loudly.

I giggle as he twirls me around.

“Hands off.” Alastar smirks from his place at the door. Thomas throws his arm around me and weProperty of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

start to walk back to the kitchen.

“Welcome to the O’Shea clan, Miss Emmaline Mathews.” He smiles.

I walk down the street toward my office with my hand in Alastar’s. It’s Monday and we have just been out

for breakfast before he drove me to work. We stop on the corner and he turns and faces me. “Goodbye.”

He smiles cheekily down at me.

I smile goofily up at him. “Goodbye.”

He brushes my hair behind my shoulders. “I shall pick you up. What time?”

I should probably tell him I’m busy and at least try and act hard to get. We had an amazing day

together yesterday. My stomach is sore from laughing, my body and mind are blown from orgasming, and

my heart is full from loving. I smile an over the top smile.

He is the most beautiful man I have ever met, and I came to the conclusion in the shower this morning

that I am utterly and hopelessly in love with every single inch of Alastar O’Shea.

We stand still, both looking at each other, and I just want to blurt it out and tell him that I love him. It

just feels right, but after the hell he has put me through, he can say it first. I don’t know if I can hold it in

much longer, though.

It’s not going to be me and I’m not saying it first.

“Move in with me,” he breathes.

I frown. “What?”

“Move in with me. Share my home. I don’t want to be away from you for a minute.”

“Umm. Oh, I… Isn’t it a bit early for that?” I stammer in shock.

He kisses my smiling lips. Oh my God, he is serious this time. I feel like jumping in the air and

punching it.