CHAPTER 108

Weeks had passed since that night with Kylo. Stolen weeks, sneaky pecks, and much more love than I’d ever imagined from him.

I could still feel his gentle hands on my skin, his soft lips on mine; he had become more attentive, more loving – as if trying to rewrite our story.

He used to murmur a soft goodbye before leaving for work each morning and then every evening he would invariably draw me closer; sometimes wrapping his arms around my waist while we cooked together or showering kisses on my hair strands whenever we sat in front of television.

His demeanor was uncanny, so unreal-like at times. I’d never seen this side of him before—the side that wanted to show the world that I was his.

Even in the office, where we usually maintained a professional distance, he didn’t hesitate to show his affection. Sometimes, it was a lingering touch on my back as we walked through the hallway.

At other moments, it was more overt—a peck on my cheek as we went by in the break room, or the way he woul