The door of the limousine closed quietly, trapping us in the opulence of the limo.
There was such quiet after the commotion and din of the gala. Alex was with me, not touching me anymore.
That ‘pretend couples’ habit was over now that we were alone, and I could feel the empty space between us where his arm had been mere seconds before.
My heart was racing. I could still feel where his lips had lain upon my hand. And what he'd told the interviewer continued spinning round and round in my head: "Olivia is the most incredible woman I've met in a while."
Were they a part of our fiction? Or was there even a teensy little bit of truth to them?
I glanced over at Alex. He was gazing out into city lights, his face half shadowed. His jaw was clamped. I couldn't read him at all.
The quiet linge
