Would it be wrong to bang my fake girlfriend on the first night?
Is there some sort of rule against it?
Wheeler fails to swallow his grumble of disapproval. “Can we at least try to catch up atsomepoint during the convention?”
“No promises.”
“That doesn’t sound like a no,” he cheekily points out of.
“No wasliterallyin her answer,” I jab back.
“No doesn’t always mean no,” argues the asshole it’s getting harder not to punch.
“See, it’s pricks like you that make it harder for chicks like her to actually trustdecentdudes likeme.”
“And that’s the game buzzer,” J uncomfortably declares at the same time she gently pushes his frame away from her. “You should go before security gets involved.”
“Only question is will it be it yours or mine, beloved.”
The swoon that flutters through the air redirects my full attention to her as she professes, “I like that.”
“In English or Betazoid?” flirtatiously flies free.
“Both.” She inches her mouth towards mine. “Either.”
Our lips barely manage to feather one another’s when Wheeler rudely announces, “I’ll be around, J.”
The two of us watch him in tandem meander away, yet it’s her who quietly asks, “How’d you know I have security here with me?”
“Spotting them is a skill I acquired at a very early age, J.”
“Janae,” she smoothly corrects pulling our stares back together. “OrNae.He’s the only one that’s ever called me J.”
“And you hate it.”
“So,sofucking much.”
Intrigue has me quirking an eyebrow. “Then why does he do it?”
“Because it’s never mattered about whatIwant.”
“Fuck that, it matters tome.”
“And see,” her grip tightens in the slightest, “Ilikethat it matters to you, Justus.”
“J.T.”
Nae flashes me a smile sweet enough to need a sugar rush warning. “J.T.”
Holyfuck, I don’t think there’s a more perfect sound in this world than hearing her say my name.
Perhaps maybe moaning it?
Can we make that happen?
Willwe be making that happen?
How deep into this fake dating thing does she want us to go?
