married for show
The familiar, intoxicating scent of her vanilla perfume was thoroughly embedded in the charcoal silk sheets, wrapping around us like a thick, heavy blanket.
I was completely intoxicated. Holding her like this—feeling the soft, subtle curve of her waist beneath my heavy arm—sent a protective, intensely possessive current straight through my veins. We weren't in love yet. We both knew the rules of the five-year game we had agreed to play in Manhattan. But sitting across from her at dinner, watching her sharp green eyes flash with that regal, effortless defiance... I knew I liked her far too much for my own sanity. We were acting like a real married couple because, behind closed doors, the lin