NORA
Marcellus takes my hand without asking. His grip is firm, warm, and far too possessive for my liking, but I let him lead me down the hallway anyway.
My bare feet pad silently against the cool marble as we stop in front of an olive-green door that looks like it belongs in a moody luxury magazine. He pushes it open.
I step inside and freeze.
The room is me. Deep emerald accents, soft cream and gold tones, a massive bed with the exact kind of romantic canopy I've always secretly pinned on Pinterest.
There's even a reading nook by the window with a velvet chair that matches the dress I wore to the gala. It's beautiful. So... intimate.
But it's unmistakably his room.
His tantalizing scent clings to everything. A sleek black dresser, a masculine leather armchair in the corner, and th
