Page 68 of Money Reigns
Our bodies fall into step like we’ve done this before.
Like we’ve always done this.
Like we were alwaysmeantto.
The scent of him wraps around me.
His hand is warm. His hold, steady.
And those eyes… they don’t look anywhere but me.
Like I’m the only thing hewantsto see.
I glance up, unsure.
He frowns. Just a little.
“I told Isabella not to cover them.”
I blink.
“Cover what?”
His thumb brushes gently across my cheek.
“Your freckles.”
My breath stutters.
“Oh.”
He says nothing else.
Just keeps looking.
Holding.
Leading me across the floor like we’re the only two people who exist.
My body hums.
My thoughts snarl in velvet knots.
And in his arms, for the first time, I don’t feel like I’m pretending.
I feelseen.
Claimed.
And I’m terrified of what that means.
***
The hallway feels quieter than usual.
Maybe because my heart’s still pounding from the dance. From the champagne. From the way he looked at me like I belonged in that world.
I pause at my door, still smiling.
