Cecilia's pov
My lashes fluttered, instinctively. I forced them still.
Every muscle in my body locked into place.
Even my breath stalled--held hostage by the collision of shock and something dangerously close to heartbreak.
Only when his footsteps retreated did I finally exhale.
Well, well.
So Mr. Alpha has time to sneak a kiss between conference calls and caffeine refills. How...efficient of him.
Clearly, the man had feelings.
But "feelings" are like condiments--plentiful, varied, and mostly optional.
And "like"? That's the watery ketchup of emotions. Barely counts.
Not that it mattered.
I only "liked" him too.
I curled back into sleep wrapped in that beautifully convenient lie.
Next time I woke, we'd already landed.
Rain tapped against the windows in steady rhythm, the kind
