"A... what?" I stared at the golden key in my palm, my brain refusing to process what Lucien had just said.

"Your penthouse," his thumb brushed away a tear on my cheek. "I'll never forget those dreamy eyes whenever you talked about wanting your own penthouse."

"Lucien, a penthouse costs-" I couldn't even finish. An impossible dream I'd mentioned to him on a whim. "I can't believe you even remembered."

"I remember every single thing about you. Every wish, every word, every dream you've ...