Chapter 42

Arianna Wilson

"I'm sorry for that but trust me you need to help me with this. I need to get away with this tonight." Skillfully cloaking his distress under a romantic smile, he made a show as if he was engaged in a romantic conversation with his high school sweetheart which was certainly-not-certainly me.

"You are sick in your head!" The furious words glided like silk on a loop. So soft and fragile. Why was I carrying on the pretext when it's the least I ever wanted?

"It's complicated. Just be my fake date. I'll explain when we are alone. Almost every eye is piercing us, Ria." He tugged at me into a whirl before I landed right back into his arms. He flipped us into the romanti-check-book list and made sure everything was a tick.

Chest-chest.

Eyes to eyes.

Laboured breaths.

His hands are in my hair.

Mine in his neck.

Lips quivering.

Sinfully bothered with one another and an inevi