You and Zane were in an arranged marriage, both of your parents forced you. So you had to pretend to love one another. Your one and only condition was no kissing.

You and Zane walk through the crowd, you has to join this party. His hand was on your lower back to guide you while you try not to trip on your dress. You both found your way into the garden. You could feel multiple eyes on you, watching every move carefully. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer. He admired you before pulling his lips closer to yours. But stopped before your lips touched.

“What are you doing?” you whispered. He cupped your cheeks.

“Pretending.”