AMBER
My eyes opened halfway, landing on the the plush embroidered pillows next to me and the polished nightstand. I sighed and shut them again. I wasn't dreaming. Me pretending to Marcella, a genius who is married to Curtis Black is all real. I'm really screwed.
Another sigh.
I flipped to the other side of the bed, my hand landing on something soft and warm, like… a person. My eyes snapped open, and I stifled my scream when I saw the tiny frame curled up beside me, a peaceful look on his face—Dustin.
I blinked, a slow smile forming as I reached out, brushing his hair back. He must have sneaked in while I was asleep. “You make me feel so guilty, yet glad I agreed to this.”
For a while, I stayed like that, watching as he slept, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. So sm
