Power Play With My Fake Boyfriend
Not like this, hands shoved in his pockets, shifting his weight like the floor might give out.
"You okay?" I asked.
"No." He huffed a short laugh, humorless. "Not even a little."
"It's one question."
"It's one question on live television in front of a few million people, about the one thing I don't actually know how to talk about."
"Which is?"
He looked at me like the answer was obvious, like I should already know.
"Ivy." He said my name like it cost him something. "I need to say this before they drag us out there and turn it into content."