CHAPTER 8
Ariel's POV
I gazed at my pale skin in the mirror and then at my cheeks that were currently bright red.
Ariel!
I immediately pinched my cheeks, reprimanding myself for blushing. No, I wasn't blushing... but for whatever that was.
Dermos is Ariella’s husband, not mine.
Not mine.
Fuck, he's not mine!
But why did my mind keep going back to yesterday?
I’d stood there, frozen, my lips still tingling from the kiss before I had pushed Dermos away, my heart was beating crazy even though I shouted at it not to.
He had looked at me, his eyes calm as ever, and said. “You're different, Ariella. I don't know what's changed, but you're not the same person I thought you were.”
At some point, I thought it was a joke, but then I realized he'd said ‘Ariella’, not ‘Ariel.’
Of course, he
