married for show
I breathed, my fingers trailing lightly up his collar, "we do it as a united front. We go to that gallery together, we play the blissfully married couple, and we show Manhattan exactly who holds the power. You're going to have to smile for the cameras, Ray. Can you handle that?"
"Anything you want," he murmured, his grip tightening as he pulled me into a deep, heavy hug. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent, feeling the rapid, chaotic beat of his heart against my ribs. The chemistry was undeniable, a thick, intoxicating current that pulled us right back together, no matter how many walls we built.