“I have an idea. Just hear me out, okay? So people will think we’re dating… Okay? Fuck it, who cares? Your ex will think you’ve found someone way hotter, with a much bigger di—” I reach up and twist his nipple, and a strangled mixture of a groan and laughter spills past his lips. “Fuck, alright, alright. Alright. Look, what if we just fool everyone for a few weeks, until his party and the holidays are over. Then he’ll be gone, back to wherever the hell he came from, and will have no clue that he got played.”
