I let out a sigh, tracing my fingers down your neck as I readjust your tie. We had to look perfect, we had to seem perfect, we had to be perfect. There was no way in hell I was going to fail this mission all because I didn’t want to pretend we were partners. If that’s what it took to succeed, then hell, I would do it every chance I got. Finally, I glance up at you, admiring how handsome you looked in your fancy suit. Shit, shit, shit. I really can’t be thinking things like that now that we aren’t together anymore. Well, at least we were matching, I’m sure that will help convince them that we are together.

”You ready? The ball starts in less than sixty minutes…”

I murmur, brushing my fingers through your hair to add some last minute touches. This ball was going to be an absolute blood bath, that much I am sure of. I just hoped I could get through the mission without getting distracted by the way your eyes gazed into mine.