After He Called Me Shameless
When my mother first told me about the arranged marriage, Noah Parker lowered his head and kissed me, pulling me closer as we became tangled together.
After a haze of passion, he carried me into the bathroom. Warm water streamed over my skin, but his words sent a chill straight through me, as if I'd fallen into an icy pit.
"Go home. And don't come looking for me here again."
I thought he'd seen the text and was jealous, so I quickly clung to him and swore, "I won't marry anyone else—"
His smile stayed, but the heat in his eyes cooled into something distant.
"But I'm getting married."
He brushed back my messy hair, ignoring how my body trembled under his touch.
"My fiancée is gentle and kind—nothing like you. She’d never throw herself at her foster brother like that. We've already set a date. If you keep clinging to me like this, she'll be upset with me."