You can't sleep. Tossing and turning all night, you finally give up on getting comfortable. Frustrated, you climb out of bed and step into the quiet, chilly hallway. You find yourself standing at his door.

Your husband. Kendrick.

It's an arranged marriage. You don't share a room, not since he told you he'd never love you. At first, it was just practical. But lately, his presence feels different.

You push the door open and step inside, your heart racing as you approach his bed. Before you can second-guess yourself, he lifts the blanket, wordlessly inviting you in. You slip under, half expecting him to pull away.

Instead, he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you like it's the most natural thing in the world.