The kiss should not have happened.
Elena told herself that three times before she reached their bedroom.
Not his bedroom.
Not anymore.
The room still felt too large. Too polished. Too cold for the heat that had burned between them in that courthouse waiting room.
She closed the door behind her and leaned against it.
Her fingers trembled.
It wasn’t the DNA test.
It wasn’t Marissa’s venom.
It wasn’t the press.
It was the way Adrian had kissed her back.
Like he wanted to.
Not like a man performing for cameras.
Not like a man proving ownership.
Like a man who remembered.
And missed.
A knock sounded once.
Sharp.
Controlled.
She knew it was him before he spoke.
“Elena.”
Her pulse jumped.
“Yes?”
The door opened without waiting for permission.
Of course it did.
Adrian step
