The Jealousy Game

Everything was going fine—until she saw her.

George's ex.

Beautiful, poised, and too familiar with him.

As she approached, Emma felt something sharp twist inside her.

"Still playing house?" the woman smirked.

Before Emma could respond, George casually draped an arm around her shoulders. "Jealous?" he asked smoothly.

The ex's smile faltered.

Emma wasn't sure why she did it, but she leaned into him, resting a hand on his chest. "You know, sweetheart, we should leave soon," she said sweetly. "You promised me a private celebration."

George froze for a second. Then, a slow, dangerous smile spread across his face.

"Well," he murmured, his eyes darkening. "Can't break a promise, can I?"

And before she knew what was happening, he titled her chin up and kissed her.