“Now pretend to kiss my neck and back me up to his desk,” she commands quietly, and I can’t help but laugh at how crazy she is acting right now, but is it so crazy that it might actually work? “You’re insane, you know that right?” I tell her for the millionth time in our lives, as I spin her around and start leading her back towards his desk. “So you’ve been telling me since I was nine,” she muses with a smile, before she adds, “Now can my fake husband please fake kiss me?”
