Chapter 77
The 22nd Day of the Marriage Game
Neoma deepened the kiss, her fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. The intensity of his response sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew—this wasn’t just about comfort or reassurance. This was about claiming this moment, making it theirs, untouched by tomorrow’s reality.
Sol lifted her effortlessly, pressing her against the nearby dresser, his lips moving from hers to trace the delicate skin of her neck. Neoma gasped softly, her fingers tightening around the fabric of his shirt as heat spread between them. Whatever boundaries they had drawn before, whatever unspoken restraint had kept them in check, none of it mattered anymore.
The world outside was irrelevant—the Marriage Game,
