The Alpha Daddy's Contractual Bride
The look of adoration she’d given Kieran during that blasted dance was the exact same look she had once given me, late at night, whenever we had finished making love and just laid there, looking at each other in the moonlight.
Charlotte wasn’t a person who looked at just anyone like that. If she had such obvious adoration for Kieran, then that meant it was real. For her, at least. I couldn’t speak for Kieran, but I certainly saw the way he touched her, and the awe in his eyes when she strutted across the room looking like a dream, so I could imagine how he felt, too.
Dammit.
I sniffled, lifting my head just enough to wipe my eyes before it dropped again.