Juniper
The ride back to our penthouse in Matias’s private town car was unusually quiet, but it wasn't the cold, awkward silence of our first meeting. This different it was heavy and thick with a strange, electric tension that seemed to vibrate in the space between our leather seats.Every time the car took a sharp turn, our shoulders brushes against each other leaving the feeling of electric sparks in my skin. Every time he shifted, the scent of his cologne washed over me, dizzying and warm."Matias?" I asked, breaking the silence. I had taken off my heels the combat boots had been vetoed by my stylist at the last second, a tragedy I was still mourning, my bare feet were tucked under me on the seat."Yes?"
"Why did you agree to marry me?" The question hung in the air, sudden and sharp. I
