Ella
As I stood in Alexander’s shower later that night, hot water cascading down my back, my fingers kept drifting up to my mouth. I couldn’t stop touching my lips. The ghost of Alexander’s kiss still lingered there, no matter how hard I scrubbed at the skin.
I hadn’t meant for it to be so… intense. I’d only wanted to shut the journalists up, to prove our “love” was real. But the moment our lips touched, something had ignited between us. I couldn’t deny it.
I’d never been kissed like that before. Hell, I’d never been kissed by Alexander at all. Five years of marriage, and it took a PR crisis for him to finally kiss me.
Well… I had been the one to kiss him. And the moment we had been out of sight, he had walked away from me like I was nothing.
The whole situation felt so
