Stolen Touches: An Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance (Perfectly Imperfect Book 5)

It’s a rather intimate act, touching someone’s hair, and it should bother me. It doesn’t. Not even a little.

I periodically began checking the live video stream over the course of the day. I still watched the entire day’s recording in the evenings, but that had ceased to provide me with a strong enough fix.

Her joyful expression is replaced by confusion, as though she’s only now registering what’s taken place. I have an urge to grab the person responsible for extinguishing her smile and punish them for it, but there is no one to blame. It’s the situation itself.