Terms and Conditions

Kissing her feels like I cheated my way into Heaven, and I plan on soaking up every second of it.

“I miss you so damn much, I don’t know what to do with myself.

“I want to make you happy, so therefore, I do nice things.”

“Someone who doesn’t understand the first thing about loving someone, but is willing to try if you give me a chance.”

“Since when do you care about making people happy?”

“I couldn’t care less about anyone else’s happiness besides your own.”

I found my newest addiction, and it happens to be my fake husband.

You make me happy in a way that makes me afraid to blink just in case it all disappears.”

The tips of his fingers skate across the top of my ass. Sparks shoot off my skin from the contact, and I suck in a breath.

“Stop doing that,” I say through my forced smile.

“Doing what?”

“Touching me like that.”

“You’re my fiancée,” he replies like that explains everything.

His hand retreats, and I release a sigh, only to startle when he yanks me forward so there isn’t an inch of space left between us. Breathing is officially optional at this point.

“What kind of slow dancing is this?”

“The kind that has everyone filming us.”

My entire face feels molten as I look around the room. “Oh God.”

He hates the attention as much as you.

You might as well be invisible.