“You’re different than I thought you’d be,” I find myself murmuring. “Nicer.”
“What did I tell you about falling in love with me, Viviana?”
I laugh, but the idea isn’t as ridiculous as it was the day we got married. “Would that be so bad?” My face feels warm, but I say it casually. It’s just a thought. Not something I’m going to turn over and over in my head while I toss and turn in bed tonight. “I mean, if we’re going to be married, we might as well try to be happy.”
“Which is why you can’t fall in love with me.” There’s a hard edge to his voice now. He gathers up our plates and piles them on the plastic tray.
“You really think love makes people unhappy?”
“I think letting your emotions dictate your life is the quickest way to losing control. And I have no interest in losing control.”
