Zoey's POV
For a moment… he wasn’t cold.
The apartment was finally quiet again.
After days of cameras, headlines, interviews, and pretending not to care about strangers discussing my life online, the silence felt strange. Almost unfamiliar.
I sat curled up on the couch in oversized sweatpants with the television playing softly in the background, though I wasn’t really paying attention to it. My phone rested beside me while I mindlessly scrolled through social media, trying not to stop too long on any post involving Christian and me.
Which was impossible, because everywhere I looked, there we were, at the gala, leaving events, dancing, and standing too close.
My mind drifted back to the balcony from earlier that evening.
He was jealous, and the worst part is that he hadn’t denied it
