Page 51 of A Very Fake Play


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I put on an oversize gray t-shirt and a pair of pink yoga pants, and slide into the most comfortable bed on the planet.

I prop the pillows against the bedrest, lean against them, and shimmy my ass against the mattress until I’m comfortable.

After sleeping on the lumpy mattress of a second-hand futon that smelled like a marijuana dispensary with an on-site smoking lounge, this deluxe mattress is a dream. Same for the silky cotton sheets with a thread count higher than my bank balance.

Living with Kaz is temporary, but until this fairytale ends, I’ll count my blessings.

I reach for the book on the nightstand, bring it close to my nose, and run the edge back and forth like I’m sniffing a premium cigar. “There’s nothing better than the smell of a new book.” Thank you, Kaz, for feeding my addiction.

Time to escape reality.

I open it up to the bookmark.

This hockey romance is off the charts dirty.

A man who has the ability to pick an amazing romance book is a keeper.

He gets extra brownie points for that talent.

A disturbing thought slams through me.

Too bad he’d never give a girl with my background the time of the day.

Being his fake girlfriend for an evening is as much as I can hope for.

Enough with these silly thoughts.

I slip back into another universe, where my life isn’t a shit show, and lose myself in the story.

My eyes race across the pages, heart picking up its pace as Will grabs hold of Marnie’s wrist and pulls her close to his body. Marnie gasps and her blue eyes lift and land on the goalie’s lips.

I hold my breath.

Will walks them both forwards until Marnie’s back hits the door, keeping her hostage.

I swallow.

Will lowers until his lips are flirting with Marnie’s.

Kiss.

Kiss.

Kiss.

“That pretty little mouth is mine,” Will says.

My excitement bubbles over when they kiss.

Will’s free hand encircles Marnie’s neck and he deepens the kiss as his grip tightens around her throat.

Hand necklace.

I squeal with delight and bang my heels against the bed

Let the heart-thumping scenes begin.

I devour a few more pages and I’m rewarded when they’re about to get it on.