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278 pages, Paperback
First published November 29, 2022
We would ace being a fake couple. All I needed to do was keep my real feelings out of it.
“What would I have to do as your boyfriend?”
“Be your charming self. Be around my quirky theater friends. Dance, eat some cake.”
“You called me charming.”
“Cult leaders and serial killers are charming. I was stating a fact, not giving you a compliment.”
I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you.”
“Ugh, same. I’m five seconds away from doodling your name in the margins of my script. It’s so annoying.”
“Of all the people out there, it had to be you, huh?”
“Sucks to be you.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“Tom Brady is smiling down on you guys.”
“Tom Brady is still alive.”
“And he probably wishes you were coaching him.”
“That’s it!” I took three giant steps back until my calves hit the players’ bench on the field. “What the hell is going on? Is an alien about to explode from your head? Because they just upgraded those bleachers.”
I wanted to tell him he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen, but that didn’t seem hate sex appropriate.
I did an epic double take. “Wait, what? You like me?”
“Yes. I’m a fuckling goopy mess over you. Keep up.”
He lifted me up and moved us to his dresser, all while staying inside me.
The power of being hung. The dresser was remarkably solid, taking our thrusting with minimal rattling.
“Where’d you get this?” I asked between moans.
“Facebook Marketplace. It was originally 800 bucks. They were selling it for 150. I bargained them down to 100.”
Hot.
“Oh my God, I think I’m gonna come!” I jerked myself off, getting off on watching him, hot white jets filling the sweaty space between us. (p. 266)