“Looks like you’re being summoned. Have fun, babe,” Flynn whispers into my ear and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. “See you in a bit.”
The kiss is simple, chaste even, but it does nothing to help my emotions. Every cell inside my body loves feeling a sweet gesture like that from Flynn, but it’s all just part of the game we’ve been playing…right?
A game that will soon be over.
The pact we made will be complete.
And like Flynn said from the beginning, no strings will be attached.
The lie we’ve been living will no longer be needed. Soon, everyone will know the truth. Winnie and Sophie and Flynn’s mom and brothers, Uncle Brad and Aunt Paula, adorable Lexi, everyone will know I’m a fraud.
Everyone who’s become the family you always wished you’d had.
Tears threaten to fill my eyes, but I blink them away. I refuse to do anything that will ruin Jude and Sophie’s big night.
You can’t change the reality of the situation. All you can do is put on a happy face and get through the night without falling to pieces.
Yeah. I can’t change any of it. All I can do is make the best of it.
And you definitely can’t change the fact that you’ve fallen in love with your fake husband.
Frank Sinatra serenades the room, and Flynn pulls me tight against his chest. We float across the dance floor in between the other couples in attendance at Jude and Sophie’s rehearsal dinner.
“This is just a taste of what’s to come tomorrow night!” Uncle Brad announces and proceeds to dip Paula and plant a smacking kiss to her lips.
Paula giggles. Ty cheers them on. And Flynn just shakes his head on a low chuckle that makes his chest vibrate against mine.
All in all, it’s been a pretty good night.
Dinner was delicious. Jude and Sophie appear so damn happy it makes my heart twist against my ribs. And I managed to pull myself together enough to help celebrate the soon-to-be husband and wife.
Flynn presses a soft kiss to my forehead, and I have to shut my eyes for a brief moment to not let it affect me. But hell, it’s affecting me.
Every innocent touch, kiss, caress from him feels so right that it’s wrong.
Wrong because he’s not my real husband. He’s not the type of guy who does relationships. He made that fact clear from the get-go. Flynn is just a kind, genuine man who helped me in my time of need. And it’s highly likely that, as of tomorrow, my time of need will be a thing of the past.
“You know what I think?” Winnie’s voice grabs my attention, and I glance to my right to find her and her husband Wes slow dancing together. “I think the two of you should plan a wedding.”
Flynn smirks. “Sorry to break it to you again, Win, but we already did that.”
“Yeah, I’m aware. But I’d like you to plan a wedding that I can actually attend.”
Wes smirks. “Like you should talk, baby. We got married on a beach in the Bahamas. And only you, me, and Lexi were in attendance.”
“Shut up, Wes!” Winnie squeals and smacks a hand over his mouth. He just laughs and playfully bites at her fingers in a way that makes her giggle and yank her hand away from his face.
Flynn is amused by the whole scene. I know this because a genuine smile kisses his perfect mouth. But me, on the other hand? Well, I’m overwhelmed. Confused. And my heart is starting to take up a breath-stealing rhythm inside my chest.
I’m a fraud. A liar. A phony. A fake.
And even though I never anticipated the aftermath of Flynn’s and my marriage, I’m starting to comprehend just how many people our web of lies has ensnared.
Not to mention, your heart.
Guilt pitches a tent inside my stomach, and I have to remove myself from the dance floor, away from Flynn and his family, and just…away from everyone I feel like I’m going to disappoint far too soon.
I step back and out of Flynn’s arms, and he looks down at me with a quirk of his brow.
“I…uh… I think I need to…uh…” I pause, searching for a reasonable reason to leave. Sure, most of the guests have already left, but I doubt me springing out of the restaurant like my ass is on fire is going to occur unnoticed.
“I’m tired,” I explain lamely. “I think I’m ready to call it a night.”
“Okay, babe.” Flynn doesn’t ask any questions. He just…places a gentle hand to my back and guides us off the dance floor and toward our table where I left my purse.
But this isn’t what I want him to do at all. The more time I spend with him, the harder this whole thing is getting. The more he treats me like a fucking princess, the more I realize I’m far past the point of having just some feelings for him.