Falling For My Fake Fiancee
“Why do you fight me?”
“Because I can,” I whispered, more to convince myself than him.
He exhaled sharply, frustration and longing mixing in a way that made the air between us sizzle. “Stop pretending this is just business. Stop pretending you don’t feel it too.”
I looked down, because if I met his gaze, I might lose every shred of self-control I had left. “I’m not pretending,” I said softly. “I just… I can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
“Fall for you,” I admitted, voice barely audible.
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