His Fake Fiancee
Lauren's eyes flicker to mine, a blush staining her cheeks when the lights flicker on.
That's interesting...
And then I know what that's all about. "I see. You can't bear three hours apart from Tristan, can you? Even if he's only one box over?"
Her cheeks redden further, her mouth snapping shut on a retort.
"You're sending dirty texts, aren't you?"
"I was not—"
"Oh, yes, you were," I tease, her jaw dropping low at the accusation.
"Do tell. Leave out no details, please."
Wow. When did I turn into Sofia?