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He pulls away, leaving only a centimeter between us. His eyes are screwed shut as if he is in pain.
Embarrassment makes my eyes sting. I whisper, “That was hands down the worst kiss in my whole life, and that’s saying something given my last ex—”
Declan’s lips slam against mine, shutting me up. A buzz that starts from my lips spreads through my body like a brushfire, and I’m lost in the feel of his lips pressed on mine.
My arms lock themselves around his neck like a lifeline. I feel like I’m lost at sea, drowning in all the sensations consuming me. The press of his chest against me. The weight of his palm burning into the small of my back. The brush of his finger across my neck, so soft it seems reverent.
I’m snapped out of the moment with a roar of applause.
Declan’s lips press against mine one last time as if to brand me with his touch. His forehead touches mine, and the sweetness of the gesture has my heart threatening to beat itself straight out of my chest.
What is he doing? More specifically, why are you feeling this way?I have officially lost it. For some reason, this chemical attraction to Declan doesn’t quite match my preconceived notion.
While he might be considered cold to the rest of the world, he makes meburn.
“They bought it.” His rough whisper feels like being doused in ice water. Something about his comment causes a tight ball to form in my chest, growing until it consumes my heart.
His words shouldn’t hurt. This is a ruse after all, yet the ache refuses to abate.
Maybe because you bought it too.
12
DECLAN
Ifind it difficult to tear my eyes away from Iris as we walk down the aisle toward the exit of the church. She is the embodiment of elegance and grace, with her smile as dazzling as the new diamond band on her finger. The ring serves as a reminder of her promise to me.
I wasn’t sure if we would ever make it to this point. After my failed engagement, I thought we would hit a snag. That maybe Iris would wake up one day and decide this was a huge mistake. But finally, for the first time in two weeks, I feel relief.
The pressure against my chest lessens with each step away from the altar. With one part of my inheritance complete, I only have one more standing in my way of becoming CEO.
Make it through the rest of today before worrying about that.
I twist my wedding ring with my thumb, testing the feel of the metal pressing against my skin. It doesn’t feel as oppressive as I expected. Iris chose a simple band that draws little attention to the eye. Both of our rings get a single message across.
Married.
Two ushers open the doors. Together, Iris and I walk out into the bright sunlight overhead. One of the photographers stops in front of us and yells out our names. I wrap an arm around Iris’s waist and pull her against me, ignoring the way she tenses in my grasp.
Her reaction doesn’t surprise me, but it still frustrates me. After the heated kiss we shared, I thought she would have gotten used to my touch by now, but I was wrong. She erected another barrier between us instead. The detached look on her face has me testing boundaries. I want to recreate the look on her face right after our kiss, before the reality of our situation set in.
I run my hand down her back, tracing the row of ivory buttons. She does nothing but shoot me a cold smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.
I absolutely despise it.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” I whisper in her ear before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Her fake laugh grates against my nerves. “Why would anything be wrong?”
I grimace. “You don’t look happy.”
“Unlike you, some of us can’t fake it 24/7.” Her voice can barely be heard over a gust of wind.
“What are you talking—”
“Let’s get a photo of a kiss before they let the guests out!” the photographer yells.
I grin at the nervous laugh Iris lets out. The click of the camera goes off, catching the moment.
