I couldn’t sleep.
That was the first thing I realized when the sunlight began creeping through the curtains.
I had spent most of the night lying beside Owen, my arm around him, staring into the darkness and replaying the dinner from the night before.
That woman.
The way she had leaned toward me.
The way she had touched my arm while speaking.
The way she had smiled.
And Owen had done nothing.
Nothing.
He hadn’t frowned. He hadn’t asked who she was. He hadn’t even looked bothered.
At first, I had told myself that it was because Owen trusted me.
That should have made me happy.
Instead, it had made something inside me ache.
Because what I wanted wasn’t for Owen to distrust me.
I wanted him to care enough to be jealous.
I wanted some indication that if another person crossed a li
