—Eloise—

The days slipped by as the engagement party drew closer.

Caleb didn't ask me to spend the night in his room again. And I sure as hell didn't ask him another question.

I was relieved.

I told myself it was easier this way.

We could go back to pretending this marriage was nothing more than a contract and forget that he'd kissed me hard enough to make my knees weak.

Except I couldn't forget.

Every time I closed my eyes at night, I remembered the feel of his lips against ...