Fallon
When Reid asked me to join him for drinks with his friends, I almost said no.
Not because I didn’t want to go — but because I wasn’t sure I could handle being around him like that. In public. Where the lines between real and pretend kept getting harder to see.
Where the way he looked at me made it too easy to forget this wasn’t real.
But then I thought about the way his hand hadn’t let go of mine on the red carpet. The way he’d whispered, Let’s talk… and then never did.
So I said yes.
And if I was going, I was going to make sure he felt every second of my presence.
I took my time getting ready.
I wasn’t going to make it easy for him.
The dress was black and sleek, hugging every curve like it had been made for me. It dipped low in the back, the satin brushing against my skin
