Tamara.
Agreeing with this pretentious act was one thing, withstanding Killian’s touch was another.
I don't know why my body tingles whenever he touches me.
I bite down my nerves and smiled as he leads me to the dining table.
My mother's excitement is over the roof and the way she's looking at both of us tells me just how much this means to her.
That alone makes it worth it, even though I'm doing this for all the wrong reasons.
“So, Tamara mentioned you've been in Tokyo for a while,” my mother suddenly asked, wiping her mouth clean.
That was one of my lies too, Killian doesn't even acknowledge me, I see him less and less. He's never home and I have absolutely no idea where he's been.
The rare times he comes home, I only get to know through Lucille, our chef.
His eyes fell on me wi
