I removed my earrings and slowly placed them on the nightstand. A soft knock on the other side of the door made me look up.
"Come in."
I caught Damien's hunched figure in the mirror as he walked in.
His eyes met mine. "Hi."
"Hey." I reached behind me to unclasp the pearl necklace around my neck.
Yet another thing that wasn't mine.
He shifted his weight and scratched his neck. "Is this a good time?"
His eyes refused to meet my gaze.
"Yeah, sure," I said.
It was supposed to be my honeymoon. The day I'd dreamt for a long while, where I'd get to spend a few days happy with the love of my life.
But there I was—back at the cold penthouse, with my legally fake husband on what was supposed to be a special night.
I frowned when my finger slightly brushed the edge of the zip, but failed to reach it. I sighed heavily and tried for a second time.
"What is it?" I asked.
He bit his lip, moving closer. I'd never seen him look that nervous before.
