Twisted Twins: The Billionaire's Hot Revenge Plan
The street around them, the gallery lights, the twelve unanswered calls sitting dark in her clutch — all of it fell away into something that felt, for the first time in longer than she could name, like the present tense instead of the wreckage of the past.
When they finally broke apart, neither of them moved far.
"That wasn't revenge," Andy said, his forehead resting against hers.
"No."
"I need you to know I'm not going to pretend it was. Not to Danny, not to Gianna, not to myself." His thumb traced her cheekbone, slow, like he was memorizing it. "Whatever this is, it's not part of the plan anymore. It's just us."