Page 82 of My Fake Fiancé


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“That could never happen. You’re way too amazing of a person for some guy not to come and knock you off your feet.”

I want to tell him that he did that and I’m pretty sure he’s fallen for me like I have him, but here he is, ready to throw me back in the pond. But I don’t want to make him feel bad. I knew the score going in.

“Maybe we make a new deal,” he says with a smirk.

“What’s that?”

“After I’m too old to travel and if neither of us finds someone, we marry for real.”

I laugh. “Well, to be honest, I hope it doesn’t come to that, but just in case, I’ll take the deal.”

He huffs. “It’ll probably be me coming back and finding you happy with a doting husband and kids. I’ll be the bastard who didn’t know how good he had it.”

“Don’t say things like that,” I say, mostly because it hurts that he’s still so certain about leaving. I’m on the fence, practically ready to jump on the next plane with him, but he hasn’t even considered changing his life for me.

“It’s the truth. In every movie, it’s the guy like me who ends up alone, regretting his decisions and those forks in the road he didn’t take.”

I wiggle my other foot. “I thought we weren’t going to talk about this tonight?”

“True. I don’t want to sulk on one of my last nights with you.”

We change the subject, talking about high school and laughing about our first kisses. He tells me the story of when he first slept with a girl and how awkward it was that her dog stared at him the entire time, and I laugh a lot.

After we’re prunes, we slide into bed naked and hold each other, continuing to enjoy one another’s company until our eyelids are too heavy and we fall asleep.

Hands down, the best night of my life.

And possibly the worst—because I know it will never happen with this man again.

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