He says all I have to do is wear his ring, follow his lead, and pretend I can’t keep my hands off of him in public.
But it’s what happens between us in private that blurs all those carefully drawn lines . . .
It’s what transpires behind closed doors that doesn’t feel like pretending at all . . .
This engagement was supposed to be for show. This agreement? It has an end date.
He once told me he’d never fall in love.
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