AMARA’S POV

Caelan Black was holding my hand.

I know it shouldn’t be a big deal. But to me, it was. It wasn’t the first time. But this one felt different.

The other times he held my hand, he did so out of necessity. He did so to portray us as a happily married couple that could not go a moment without touching the other. He did so because the world was watching, and we had to keep up with appearances.

But now, no one was watching.

He held my hand gently, his thumb drawing circles on the ...