While Selina didn't move, Zane walked past her, stopping behind her. She looked in his direction and noticed him picking out a sleeveless, V-neck lace silk nightgown in light pink.
Zane's eyes furrowed slightly as he studied the piece—the one that had caught his attention all this time, which he believed would fit her perfectly.
"Do you like it?" he asked, his voice gentle, tinged with quiet curiosity and a hint of eagerness, as if her approval mattered more than he cared to admit.
Looking expressionless, she yanked his hand away, causing the flimsy fabric to sway.
"What are you doing? Acting like we're true couples now? Like I'm yours?" she asked, a little irritation in her voice.
Zane tilted his head, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. "I don't think it's a bad idea—you're mine."
"I'm not yours!" she shot back, gritting her teeth.
"Then… what about me being yours?"
Selina froze, jaw slack as she was taken aback.
