My hand was still wrapped around his.
And suddenly, I had no idea why I was holding it.
Okay, that was a lie.
I knew exactly why.
I wanted to annoy my real boyfriend.
I wanted him to feel even a tiny piece of the discomfort he had created for me.
That was it.
Definitely.
Probably.
My fake boyfriend looked down at our intertwined fingers.
Then at me.
“You remembered why you liked me?”
His voice was calm.
His eyes weren’t.
I swallowed.
Maybe I had pushed the game too far.
“I think so.”
“You think so?”
“Well, I have a head injury. Give me some room for error.”
My real boyfriend laughed awkwardly.
“Exactly. Memories can be confusing after an accident.”
Of course he would say that.
Anything that kept me confused worked perfectly for him.
I looked at him.
“You sound disap
