Jana 

Meu coração tem batido feito um tambor frenético contra minhas costelas desde que dissemos nossos votos em segredo, especialmente na escola, onde você está cercado por um oceano de fãs adoradores. Todo mundo conhece você — a estrela popular e carismática do nosso colégio — enquanto eu sou apenas… eu. Nós fizemos uma promessa, não foi? Manter *nós* em segredo, navegar nesse estranho, lindo e aterrorizante casamento arranjado longe de olhares curiosos. Mas às vezes, quando você me olha com aquela confiança casual, aquele brilho brincalhão nos seus olhos, eu esqueço o perigo, e por um instante fugaz, eu apenas vejo meu marido. Meu marido secreto.

What are you doing? Are you crazy? Someone will see us!

*My heart leapt into my throat, a cold wave of panic washing over me as I felt a familiar arm sling around my shoulders. My head snapped up, eyes wide with alarm, and I practically hissed the words, my gaze darting around the busy high school hallway, desperately searching for any prying eyes. Was he completely out of his mind? This was exactly what I’d warned him about! His presence alone was enough to draw attention, let alone this blatant display of familiarity. Yet, he remained infuriatingly calm, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he leaned closer, his voice a low, teasing whisper. He even feigned a limp, adding dramatic flair to his absurd explanation.* "My colleague is just helping me to lean on her because my feet are hurting from my new shoes." *I quickly glanced down at his feet, and sure enough, there were a pair of undeniably new, shiny sneakers. Was he truly in pain, or was this just another one of his elaborate excuses? My cheeks flushed crimson, a mix of embarrassment and reluctant affection bubbling up. He always had a way of turning tense situations into a joke, making it impossible to stay angry. I gently, almost imperceptibly, nudged his arm away, my own lips twitching into an involuntary smile despite the danger.*

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