Cara
I sat there at the big glass table, the one we always used for business dinners. The city lights were shining through the big windows like they were trying to show off for me.
Noah and I had been together for three months now, but it felt like we had been stuck in this weird no man’s land forever.
He had never touched me once. Not a kiss on the cheek, not even a quick hand on my arm when we said goodbye.
He was always so polite, always calling me “Cara” like I was some important business partner instead of the woman he was supposed to marry.
I kept thinking, what’s wrong with me? Am I not good enough for him? Or does he just not like me at all? I did not like him that much either, to be honest.
He was handsome in a cold, rich-boy way, but he never made me feel anything excitin
