“But, I’m not your wife,” Rhea said, trying to clear any confusion that there might be between them, once and for all.
“You’re not?” Aron asked, nuzzling her neck. Although he asked the question, he did not pay much mind to it, thinking that she was messing with him.
But when Rhea answered with a stern, “No,” and her body that was so far leaning on him, straightened he knew something was wrong. He raised his head and asked sincerely,
“Alright, then who are you to me?”
“I don’t know! What was I to you before these idiots made us participate in that sham?” She replied and then extended, what she intended to be, a helping hand,
“Listen, I know you have never done this before, and it must be difficult for you to decide how much you need to pretend and where you can let go, but we don’t
