Alina’s POV
“Noah, I’m really not in the mood.”
“It’ll be different than last weekend—I swear. It’ll be different than anything else we’ve ever done before.”
I find that seriously hard to believe. Just because he bought me a pretty dress and insists that whatever this event is will be “sophisticated” doesn’t mean the exact shenanigans that always happen when we go out won’t happen again. Whether it’s him getting into a fight or him pressuring me for s*x, it’s not going to be pretty.
“Hey,” he says, taking a step closer to me. He’s in my house—in the foyer, not the bedroom; I’m not inviting him anywhere near the place that Wren and I have recently made sacred. He reaches out to take my face in his hands, and it takes everything in me not to slap him away. “I love you, Alina. Tonight wil
