We were only pretending.
Yes. Pretend.
Nothing more.
That’s what I told myself as we embraced, touched and squeezed each other when anyone came close. We’re only doing it to reduce the number of people that want to interact with us. After all, what kind of person would interrupt a ‘couple’ from their moment?
The only problem is… why did it feel so real?
Why did our fleeting touches, our pretend sweet talk and our shirt tugging feel like something more? We held on a little tighter, spoke a lot sweeter and tugged at our clothing like we wanted the other closer- much closer.
The feeling of him was deliriously good and I would be lying to myself if I said I wasn't enjoying all of this.
I drank more of the pis s tasting beer to stop my thoughts from continuing and hope that the alcoho
