Nova
I just sat there, leaning against the headboard, watching him pace the room like a caged lion. Honestly, he was a sight, in a tailored charcoal suit and coiled tension, looking like he wanted to punch a hole through the floor. I was just soaking up the drama, because right now, he was trapped, and I was holding the keys, or at least, his grandmother was. I had no idea she would lock us in.
"There needs to be some boundaries," he'd said, all serious and cold. And then he launched into his list, treating me like I was a wayward employee, not the woman he was forced to marry to stop his best friend from trying to climb into his bed.
"One, you do not conspire with my grandmother to get close to me. Two, you stay as far away from me as possible..."
I swear, I could feel my eye starting
