“Wait, are you about to ask me to be your pretend boyfriend?” My heart is going mile a minute, like it completely skipped over the pretend part.
“No! No I wouldn’t.”
He paces away from me while I deal with the emotional whiplash of that statement.
“I mean you wouldn’t have to actually do anything. Like no affectionate stuff or anything, I swear. This was a bad idea, I’m so sorry.”
He heads for the door. No ways. I put an arm out to block his exit.”