Irene's POV
I stayed on the bed exactly where Yin had left me, my fingers touching my lips like an idiot.
He'd almost kissed me. We'd been so close I could feel his breath on my mouth, could see the desire in his eyes. And stupid me would have let him. I would have kissed him back without a second thought.
You wanted it. Stop pretending otherwise.
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. No. I didn't want it. I hated Yin. He was my husband who had forcefully married me, nothing more. This marriage was a business arrangement. Just because he built me a library and protected me from his mother didn't mean—
Didn't mean what? That you're falling for him?
"I hate him," I said out loud, just to hear how it sounded. It sounded like a lie.
"I hate him," I tried again, more forcefully.
Still a fucking lie.
"Fine, I like him. A little. Maybe more than a little." I flopped back on the bed, covering my face with my hands. "God, I'm such a mess."
