A Daydream
now seemed to melt like a thawing glacier, filled with emotions I couldn't even begin to understand.
"Nova Grayson," he said my name slowly. "Let me see your phone."
My stomach sank. "Why do you want to see my phone? Mr. Gilmore, this is private…"
"I want to see what your so-called fiance looks like," he said evenly, but his words carried an undeniable authority. "You said his hands are nice, right? I assume his wallpaper reflects that?"
A shiver ran down my spine. My lock screen really was a close-up of Mr. Y's hand, but my home screen showed my cat—the same one on his computer.
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