Not Here, Not Ever.

The limousine comes to a standstill and I look out the window with a silent prayer of gratitude playing on the tip of my tongue.

I am at a loss and stunned into silence by Tobias’s confession with his use of vulgar words orchestrated at me.

But it is also comforting to witness the struggle and torment blanketing him as he is realising his self-control is slipping through the hot tips of his fingers.

He returns the bottle and glass to the mini bar, combs his fingers through his slick hair, and he exits the limo with a frustrated grunt. I wait for a beat or two to exit after him as he offers me his hand. Placing my left hand in his, I try not to indulge in the way his large hand swallows mine when he encloses his fingers around my palm and lifts my hand to his lips.

“Where is the ring I gave you?” He murmurs, masking his soft, spoken words as he plants a delicate kiss on the back of my hand.

My gaze wavers from his as I gulp with the camera flashes bursting around us like fireworks.

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