But He's My Fake Fiancé (But He's a Carter Brother #3)

by Annah Conwell

I back away, holding her gaze with a grin. She turns to go into the classroom with a smile on her lips. The sight makes me feel like there are Pop Rocks in my chest, a sweet fizzy feeling that I don’t want to lose.

I know it will confuse them more to see us holding hands, but I can’t bring myself to let go. I think that’s how I’m going to be at the end of this summer, too. Unable to let go, and praying she won’t want to.

I tuck a stray hair behind her ear. The need to kiss her blooms within me. If only this were real. I search her eyes. Could this be real?

If only this were a real engagement, then I’d be able to think of this moment as a glimpse of the future. Not merely a picture of what I wish I could have.