“The Ukrainian model? Yeah, she's beautiful.” I try to sound as casual as I can. My head swims into all sorts of different permutations and combinations.

“Selena, look, it won't be a big deal. It’s just a formal evening and you know I love you, don’t you?” he asks. I can make out how he is trying to calm me down and slow my breathing, but I just can’t stop my palpitations.

“Hunter, stop it. As long as you're home before midnight,” I reply calmly. I hear him laugh as the tension seems to disappear.

“I will be home even before you know I went out, my beautiful,” he says....