He was just playing his part. Nothing more.
“Beautiful,” the photographer murmured, snapping away. “Now, Luna, lean back against him slightly. Like you trust him completely.”
My heart thudded violently, but I did as she asked and cautiously let my head rest against Alexander’s shoulder. I must have looked like a deer in headlights, because the photographer giggled and said, “No need to be shy, Luna!”
“Here.” Alexander’s deep voice practically vibrated against my back as he tugged me closer, one hand coming up to stroke my hair.
Goddess, I felt like I was going to die.
But I would certainly die happy in this little lie we had built. Because for those moments, as the photographer snapped pictures of us in increasingly romantic poses, I could almost forget that it was all
