“So, what happens when you leave, Finny? Have you two figured that out yet?” “Well, are you finally admitting that this isn’t a fake relationship?” My mother raised a brow, and my father barked out a laugh. “It’s not fake,” I said with a shrug. “I don’t think it ever was.” Reese’s eyes doubled in size, and a slow smile spread across her face. “It never did feel fake, did it?” “I don’t think you could have given me a better Christmas gift than that,” my mother said as she beamed at us.
