Delighted Lies

ietly, my eyes welling up with te

f my long, golden hair and tucks it behind my ear

admit with a sigh. My father has suddenly decided—no, demanded—that I should

ensation. I adore his kisses, but this one is far too brief and ineffective.

th complete devotion. My heart starts

ng glare. "We're getting married about this time next year." I grin at this lovely man from

t. I make fun of you. I've developed a bit of separation anxiety o

his. He kisses me there before moving on to my ear, knowing that my Achilles heel, my most sensitive erogenous zone,

orrow if I didn't believe your father would have me chaine

ughout Logan Airport's terminal, a boo

ng my fingers securely behind his neck, not wanting to leave him just yet. In defeat, I sigh and lay my head on his muscular chest. He ge

oftly against my ear. Then I notice Adam pulling away from me, albeit hesitantly.

e wiped away my tear and said huskily

bad thing?" I try not to sni

ure he appreciates how strenuous his demands are on you. It's probably simply his personality; as the ruler of a global empire, he's accustomed to imposing laws at every