"I wish I could kiss you," he says softly, his eyes searching hers with a mix of longing and desire.
Marilena's heart skips a beat at his words, her breath catching in her throat. She hadn't expected such a bold declaration, especially not in the privacy of the suite where there was no one around to watch or judge.
For a moment, Marilena is tempted to give in to the overwhelming urge to lean in and kiss Christian, to lose herself in the passion and desire that simmers between them. But as quickly as the thought enters her mind, a wave of confusion washes over her, reminding her of the tangled web of lies and deceit that surrounds their relationship.
They had only pretended to be a couple to get back at her ex-fiancé, Rafael, and kissing Christian now, without an audience to watch, feels dangerous and reckless. It would only serve to deepen the confusion she's been feeling lately, clouding her judgment and blurring the lines between reality and fiction.
