Chapter 2
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Amara
The moment people started smiling at me, I knew I’d made a mistake.
Not the small kind. Not the kind you laugh off later.
The kind that settles in your chest and refuses to move.
“Congratulations,” a woman said as she passed us, her eyes flicking to my hand before landing on my face with a polite smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
I froze.
“Thank you,” Adrian replied smoothly.
I turned to look at him.
“You didn’t just say that.”
He didn’t even glance at me. His attention stayed on the room, like this was normal, like none of this had just happened out of nowhere.
“You’re making a scene,” he said quietly.
“I am not making a scene,” I whispered back. “You put a ring on my finger in front of everyone.”
“And you didn’t stop me.”
That shut me up for half a second.
Just enough for him to continue moving.
Because he was already walking.
And somehow, I was already following.
My heels clicked against the floor as I kept pace with him, my hand still warm from where he’d held it, the ring still sitting on my finger like it had every right to be there.
I should have taken it off.
I didn’t.
“Adrian.”
I said his name softly, testing it, and something about the way it felt on my tongue made my chest tighten again.
He stopped.
Slowly.
Turned just enough that I had to tilt my head to keep his gaze.
“Yes.”
I swallowed.
“I don’t know what you think this is, but it ends now.”
It sounded stronger in my head.
Out loud, it felt thinner.
Less convincing.
His eyes dropped to my hand.
The ring.
Then back up.
“No,” he said.
Just like that.
No hesitation.
No explanation.
My pulse jumped.
“No?”
“No.”
“You don’t get to decide that.”
“I already did.”
Something in me flared at that. Anger. Frustration. Something sharp and immediate that made me step closer instead of back.
“You don’t know me,” I said again.
“I know you kissed me in front of a room full of people.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“It means everything tonight.”
God.
I hated that answer.
I hated how calm he was.
I hated how none of this seemed to affect him the way it was affecting me.
“You can’t just make things real because you feel like it,” I said.
“I didn’t,” he replied. “You did.”
That hit.
Harder than I expected.
Because he wasn’t wrong.
I looked away for a second, trying to steady myself, trying to think past the way my chest felt tight and my thoughts felt scattered.
“This is ridiculous,” I muttered.
“Then leave.”
I blinked.
“What.”
His gaze stayed on mine.
“Take the ring off,” he said. “Walk out. No one’s stopping you.”
The words settled between us.
Simple.
Clear.
An exit.
Exactly what I’d been asking for.
So why wasn’t I moving.
Why was I still standing there, his presence too close, too steady, making everything else feel distant.
My fingers twitched slightly.
I looked down at the ring.
Then back at him.
“You’re playing games.”
“No.”
“Yes, you are,” I said. “Because you know if I walk out right now, everyone in that room is going to remember exactly what they just saw.”
His expression didn’t change.
“And?”
“And that matters.”
“To who.”
“To me.”
Something shifted then.
Subtle.
But there.
His gaze softened, just slightly, like he was recalculating something.
“Then don’t walk out,” he said.
That wasn’t helpful.
“That’s not a solution.”
“It is for tonight.”
There it was again.
Tonight.
Temporary.
Contained.
Except nothing about this felt contained.
“I don’t do things halfway,” he continued. “If you’re standing next to me, you commit to it.”
I let out a small breath.
“You don’t even know if I can.”
“I do.”
“You’re very sure of yourself.”
“I don’t make mistakes.”
I almost laughed at that.
“Everyone makes mistakes.”
His gaze dropped to my mouth again, slow, deliberate, before lifting back up.
“Not this one.”
My breath caught.
Just slightly.
Just enough for me to notice.
For him to notice.
The tension shifted.
Not gone.
Just… different.
Closer.
“Why me,” I asked quietly.
The question had been sitting there from the beginning, and I needed something, anything that made this make sense.
Out of everyone in that room.
Out of everyone in this city.
Why me.
His answer didn’t come right away.
Instead, he stepped closer.
Close enough that I felt it again.
That same steady presence.
That same control.
“You didn’t hesitate,” he said.
I frowned.
“That’s not a reason.”
“It is to me.”
That didn’t help.
“That just means I made a bad decision.”
His hand lifted slightly, brushing against mine, not taking it, not holding it, just enough contact to make my pulse jump again.
“Or the right one,” he said.
My chest tightened.
“That’s not convincing.”
“I’m not trying to convince you.”
“Then what are you doing.”
His gaze held mine.
“Seeing how far you’ll go.”
That sent something sharp through me.
Not fear.
Not exactly.
Something closer to anticipation.
And I didn’t like that.
I stepped back.
Just enough to breathe.
“This ends tonight,” I said again.
“Yes.”
“And then I leave.”
“If you want to.”
That wasn’t the answer I expected.
“What does that mean.”
“It means,” he said slowly, “that you only leave if you decide to.”
Something about that felt… wrong.
Too open.
Too undefined.
Like he wasn’t the one holding me there.
Like I was.
And that was worse.
Before I could respond, another voice cut in.
“Adrian.”
We both turned.
A man approached, confident, familiar, his eyes immediately dropping to my hand.
The ring.
Then to Adrian.
Then back to me.
A slow smile spread across his face.
“Well,” he said. “This is unexpected.”
My stomach dropped.
“Congratulations.”
I didn’t speak.
I couldn’t.
Because now it wasn’t just a moment.
It wasn’t just a mistake.
It was something people were seeing.
Recognizing.
Believing.
And Adrian…
Still wasn’t correcting them.
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