Zoey’s POV
“We don’t cross that line.”
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him again.
The way Christian had looked at me near the windows of his penthouse, the warmth of his hand against my waist, the slow way he leaned toward me like he’d already made up his mind.
I hadn’t wanted him to stop, I felt heat rising to my cheeks at the thought of that.
Morning sunlight slipped through the curtains of my apartment, too soft and peaceful for the mess in my head. I lay there staring at the ceiling for a long time, replaying everything from the night before until my chest started fluttering all over again.
It had almost happened, not for cameras, for our arrangement, because we were trying to convince the media we were in love.
It would have been real, I turned onto my side and grabbed my p
