Adrian’s POV
I called Daniel at night. My hands were shaking as I held the phone to my ear. We hadn’t talked since the last time we’d fought, since I’d told him I had to marry Elena, since everything fell apart between us.
I missed him every single day. Every hour. Every minute.
“Adrian?” His voice came through the speaker, cautious but warm.
“Hey,” I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. “Are we still seeing each other tomorrow?”
There was a pause. Then: “Of course, baby.”
Baby.
My heart melted. Since this whole situation, this was the first time he’d called me that. The first time his voice had that soft, affectionate tone I’d been desperate to hear again. I completely understood why he’d been cold, why he’d been distant. I’d hurt him. I’d chosen duty over love.
But
