HAYLEY’S P.O.V

My hands were shaking despite the fact that I tried to hide it.

Jake had arranged for an afternoon dinner at his house. I suggested a restaurant but he reminded me that we hadn’t gone public yet and it was a Sunday. The chances of being photographed were high so we couldn’t risk it.

I stood in front of his door, a bottle of wine in my hands as I tried to work up the courage to open the front door. I was nervous as hell because although Jake ...