"You keep looking at me like that." Amelia whispered, clutching the front of her oversized shirt. Ethan stepped closer until only a breath separated them. "Like what?" he asked, his deep voice dangerously calm. "Like you want to kiss me." A slow smile tugged at the billionaire's lips. "Kiss you?" His fingers tilted her chin upward. "Amelia... if all I wanted was a kiss, you wouldn't be trembling." She could feel her heart beating fast. "This marriage is just a contract," she reminded him. "Then why do you blush every time I touch you?" She swallowed hard. "Because you're my husband..." "Only on paper?" he murmured. His lips hovered just above hers. "Tell me to stop." Silence. Then he smiled... as if he already knew she couldn't. But neither of them realized that some contracts come with secrets no one survives uncovering. Some names should have stayed buried. Some truths are worth killing for. And some kisses change everything.