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“I’d love to say I’m doing this because I’m your friend, but honestly? The thought of you having to pretend to be gay for forty-eight hours entertains me immensely.” Of course, it does.
“You do like baseball, right?” Damon looks at me as if I’m about to slaughter a unicorn. “I’m more of a football kind of guy.” He checks his watch. “Three hours and this fake relationship is already over.”
Damon glances out the windshield at the house again. “Uh, I think we’ve been spotted.” I follow his gaze. “That’s my mom. We’ve been parked out here for too long. She probably thinks you’re chickening out.” “That’s an option?” Damon asks. “Too late. Here she comes.”
Fuck, he’s good-looking when he smiles. So much so, I’m wondering if my family will call bullshit on our little act. Clearly, if I was with Damon for real, I’d be punching above my weight.
He also has a fine ass. Damn it. I shouldn’t have checked it out on the way in here, but it was hard not to. No, Damon. Do not check out your straight, fake boyfriend.
He’s straight. He’s straight. He’s straight. He hates baseball. He hates baseball. He hates baseball.
Hello, more guilt. I read somewhere too much guilt and stress cause cancer. Guess I’ll need a physical by the end of this weekend.
I turn to my pretend boyfriend who has obviously been keeping a huge secret from me. “So, Simba—” “Fuck me,” Damon mumbles. “You didn’t tell me you were famous.” “Because I knew you’d call me fucking Simba.”
My eyes go to his mouth again, but when Damon’s brow drops, he catches me in his confused gaze. “Maddox—” I don’t know I’m moving closer until my mouth meets his, and I swallow his gasp. My name on his lips breaks the fraying cord attached to my denial. And when he kisses me back? I’m completely lost.
“What, you want me to throw you a pride parade for figuring out you like dudes? I don’t give a shit who you fuck, so long as it’s not me.”
I’m waiting for the memory of you kissing me to go away so I’m not tempted to do it again.”
Let me stalk you, damn it. And now I’m being neurotic. Fun.
Why explore the rest of the world when the person who makes it go ’round is the man standing in front of me?
I kiss him again. “You remember when we first met and I told you I felt like I don’t belong?” Damon nods. “I found it—where I’m supposed to be. It’s with you.”
Sarcasm is great. You can say anything and pretend you’re joking. People think I’m hilarious when in reality I’m just an asshole.”
