Time grinds to a halt as my eyes lift to find Keene. He looks like a deer caught in headlights, eyes wide and alert as he stares at me. The shock and disbelief on his face are more than enough to tell me this wasn’t his doing. Not intentionally, at least. Not that it fucking matters now. The damage is done already. Thousands of people are gaping up at a giant photo of the two of us kissing, me in his arms.
