The Temporary Husband
My body thrums with excitement.
He takes my hand again, leading me to the game consoles.
“Okay Izzy. You pick out three games, I pick out three different ones, and we play, whoever wins picks the movie.”
“I already let you pick.”
“Yes, with a condition.”
“You really want to watch a romance movie? It’s full of delusions, fantasies!”
He gives me a smile,
“Much like the ones you watch yes?”
My mouth opens and closes, trying to defend myself saying it’s not the same, mine’s different, better, but I also just called them fantasies.