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

by Annah Conwell

The other class members are moving the barre to the back of the room. “We’re about to start again,” she says, then looks back to me. “Go do whatever you came here for and quit spying on me.” Her lips are turned up at the edges, even though her words are shooing me away. “What if I came here to watch you?” She pushes my shoulder, fighting a smile. “Go.” “All right, all right. I’ll go. See you around, Rose.” 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 don’t know if I’ve ever felt this way about a woman before. I’ve barely spoken with her, but I’m anxiously awaiting our next meeting. Her laugh is on repeat in my head, and I can already tell it’s going to be one of those songs you can play over and over and it never gets old. And if I think about her books on top of all of that, I’m a goner. Every word of hers is crafted with masterful intention. Nothing is ever merely filler. I’ve reread her books, thinking that the allure would wear off, but it never does. Time and time again, she draws me into her stories and makes me feel every emotion alongside the characters. Her words have stuck with me, and now that I’ve met her in person, I want nothing more than to get to know the woman behind those words. If only she’ll give me the chance.