He'd asked if I could try. Try to like him. Try to see what we could be if it were real.
I didn't have a reason to say no.
"Alright," I said.
His whole face shifted.
That careful, blank expression he always wore cracked open.
His mouth twitched up into a pleased curve.
Before he could speak, I cut in. "But we agreed on one year. We said we'd divorce after that."
I'd started having feelings for him for a while now, I knew.
But there was a deal, a deadline.
It hadn't been a fairy tale; it was a contract.
"Yeah," he said quietly. "We did."
He looked away for a second, then back at me. "But contracts can be changed. Updated. Scrapped."
"So you're saying the one-year limit's off? There are still eight months left. Well, seven and nine days."
His eyes nar
