This kiss feels too…real. It has to be the setting. The fact that we’re hanging lights and standing near a tree and pretending that we’re boyfriends. It’s messing with me. It’s making me want things I can’t have. It’s making me wish this were real, that this is how my holidays could be. It doesn’t have anything to do with Niko. It’s just the circumstances. Except, as he gently pulls back, looking into my eyes with a softness that feels painfully genuine, I realize I don’t believe myself. These scenes we’ve been playing, this boyfriend act, it doesn’t feel like an act at all.
