My hand was still in his.
And my real boyfriend was staring at it like it had personally betrayed him.
Interesting.
I slowly tightened my fingers around my fake boyfriend’s hand.
His eyes snapped toward me.
A clear warning.
What are you doing?
I smiled.
Having fun.
At least, I hoped my face communicated that.
My real boyfriend leaned forward.
“You two have gotten pretty close.”
There it was again.
That irritated tone.
I tilted my head.
“Is that bad?”
“No. I just mean… it’s fast.”
“Fast?”
I looked at my fake boyfriend.
“How long did you say we’ve been dating?”
His expression immediately became miserable.
“Six months.”
“Exactly.”
I turned back.
“Six months isn’t fast.”
My real boyfriend opened his mouth.
Then closed it.
Trapped by his own lie.
Again.
I loved this
