Selena.
Later that evening, I sat at the edge of my bed, fingers tracing the edge of the silk sheet, thinking about the day.
The conversation.with Denver mother, Tiana cold words lingered, but none was enough to take my mind from thinking about him.
About Denver.
About the way his eyes lingered on me during breakfast, the way his presence filled the room even when he wasn’t speaking.
For a moment, I wondered if I truly had what it took to stand by a man like him. Even though he has made it clear that this thing betwen us was nothing but an arrangement. I still needed to make everyone believe that I am more than what they rate me.
A knock at the door made me jump.
“Come in,” I called, trying to steady my voice, though my stomach fluttered.
The door opened quietly, and there he wa
