I woke at three in the morning with the taste of salt still in my mouth and the memory of Ben’s arm under my hand.

What was I thinking laughing like that? Touching him? What if he got a second meaning?!

The villa was silent. Sam’s door across the hall stayed closed. I turned on the low lamp and opened the wardrobe he had filled for me. Everything was expensive, coordinated, chosen without asking. Matched sets of lace in black, maroon , red, and champagne. Perfect

He wanted me to be perfect and play dress up.

I pushed them aside and found a plain black bra and a pair of...