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Friends with benefits

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Elizabeth POV

"So you're telling me you've been sleeping with your fake husband-and now you're scared it's not just sex?" Tessa blinked at me in disbelief.

"Yes," | exhaled, tugging at the edge of my sleeve. "And I don't know what to do about it. He's making me feel things. Why does he always wash my hair at night? Kiss me goodnight like it means something? And yesterday-he bought me peanut butter, Tessa. How the hell did he know I love peanut butter?"

Tessa narrowed her eyes, arms folded as she leaned back against the kitchen counter of her cramped apartment. "Calm down, Eli. Your husband-or should I say fake husband-made it clear this is just business. He can't love you, Elizabeth. Don't catch feelings you'll regret. Set boundaries."

I nodded slowly, more to convince myself than her. "I'll try today. But he's not going to make it easy."

I had come to Tessa's place on the Lower East Side for air. For someone to tell me I was imagining all of it. That it was just sex. That I
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