Staring out over the city, the shimmering lights seemed almost like a reflection of the disarray in my own mind. How could a single evening turn everything upside down? It felt like the world's most convoluted rom-com had decided to have its premiere in the theater of my life.
“I mean, come on, Em,” I said to myself, smudging the window pane with a fingertip, “Marry Adrian Blackstone? A fake marriage proposal in exchange for financial freedom? It's like a page ripped from one of those cheap novels you buy at the airport!”
The weight of his mouth on mine came rushing back, and I found myself biting my lip, tasting him all over again. It was one of those kisses that seem mundane in romances but in real life knocked the wind out of you. Something told me this wasn’t just about business for him; no one could fake that kind of passion. Right?