We’re not even dating and he has to impress my mother. It’s just like Ollie. The same feeling I had after his work party bubbles up in me now. The one where it’s nice to have him be mine. Shit. Why does this keep happening to me? I need to push these thoughts aside and focus on the fact that Ollie’s my friend. That’s it. One more night as my fake boyfriend. Maybe these feelings will be out of my system by tomorrow. One more night. That’s it.
