I’m fake-dating a romance writer.
All he asked in return was that I promise not to fall for him.
Whoops.
Zane Rosey knows just about all there is about romance. Our town isn’t very big, so I’ve seen him in action with women at the bar. He knows when to say the right thing, where to put his hands, when to kiss your neck or make you laugh.
Asking him to fake date me until the guy I've crushed on for years finally notices me was a no brainer. I even laughed when he asked me not to fall for him. Yeah, okay, don’t fall for the playboy romance writer. Check.
I blame myself for the rest of our story. I knew what faking a relationship would mean, but I never actually thought about what it would be like when we put the plan in motion.
When he’d have to hold my hand, or place his at the small of my back.
When he’d kiss me, or hold me in his arms dancing.
When we’d end up sharing a room.
It’s all for show. I know that. But somewhere in there I know that the guy he is with me, isn’t the one he puts on display for everyone else. The man he is with me is the one making me question every choice in my life.
My biggest question yet, am I making him question his?
