Cynthia POV.

“Brad is drenched without touching a drink. And we are drunk without taking a sip.”

Sinacore whispered those words in my ears as I melted in his warm embrace while being highly conscious of the mistake that I had committed a while ago. I had inadvertently opened the mind link while responding to his oral query.

And I got caught.

The hotel ballroom was a canvas painted with the opulence deserving of a ...