Zoe's POV
Zoe hasn't slept.
She's been awake since Marcus texted "Always" and she realized she's in serious trouble. The kind of trouble that doesn't have a simple solution. The kind where her heart is already committed to something her brain knows is temporary.
She comes down to the terrace for breakfast and tries to look normal. Tries to pretend she didn't spend three hours staring at his text message. Tries to act like she doesn't remember exactly how his shoulder felt against hers in the doorway last night.
Marcus is already there waiting. He's wearing casual clothes today. Jeans. A linen shirt. He looks less like a billionaire and more like the boy she used to know. His dark hair is messy. His green eyes are soft.
"Hey," he says when he sees her. "Sleep okay?"
Liar. He knows she didn't sleep. She knows he didn't either because his eyes are heavy the same way hers are.
"Yeah, fine," she says anyway. "You?"
"Fine."
