MOVING IN
~NATHANIEL'S POV~
"This is ridiculous," Tessa said, arms crossed as she studied the boxes stacked in my foyer. "I'm not moving in with you."
I continued scrolling through emails on my phone, not bothering to look up. "Page four, section three of our agreement clearly states that for the duration of our engagement, we'll maintain a shared residence for authenticity."
"I skimmed that part."
Now I did look up, raising an eyebrow. "Perhaps you should have read more carefully before signing, fiancée."
Her cheeks flushed, and I found myself momentarily distracted by the color.
It was the same shade that had spread across her skin yesterday at lunch when the reporter had cornered us, right before she'd delivered that surprisingly genuine-sounding answer about why she'd "fallen"
