Page 70 of The Fake Affair

“About?”

“How right this feels.” I curl into his side on the couch. “Even without a castle wedding.”

He laughs, pulling me closer. “We could elope.”

“Your sister would kill us.”

“Worth it.” His hand slides under my shirt. “Especially if it means getting to the honeymoon faster.”

“Logan...” But I’m already turning into his kiss.

“Practice makes perfect,” he murmurs against my lips.

“We don’t need practice.”

“You know what I mean, baby.”

And as his accent thickens with desire, I think about how sometimes the best endings aren’t endings at all.

They’re beginnings in disguise. Fake relationships turning real. Broken people healing each other. Love stories that start with Shakespeare quotes and end with baby steps.

THE END