Matthew:
Hell to the no.
You can’t seriously tell me that you think people will believe we’re dating if they never see us showing any PDA.
Trouble:
You can hold my hand.
Matthew:
What are we? Five?
Trouble:
If they see us kissing, they’ll know we’re pretending.
Matthew:
Like hell they will.
And if you’re so worried, we can always practice.
There, let’s see her get out of this one.
Trouble:
So much for changing your ways.
Matthew:
Hey, you’re the one who insulted my kissing skills, not the other way around.
Besides, I don’t remember you complaining the last time.
I wish we were having this conversation face-to-face so I can see her expression. I bet she’s pissed at me for bringing this one up. It’s an asshole move, but I don’t exactly think straight when it comes to her. Nobody has ever been able to get under my skin quite like Jessica Richards. Even when we were teens. She saw me. The real me. Not the bullshit I was selling to other people. It made me feel unsteady. It made me feel vulnerable. It made mefeel, plain and simple. And back then, feeling hurt too much.
Trouble:
You’re an ass.
Matthew:
An ass who knows how to kiss.
Trouble:
You were… passable.
I was…
I suck in a long breath through my nose.
Passable? She thinks my kiss was passable? Compared to that douchebag ex of hers? My fingers itch to call her out on it, but I change my mind. I have the next three months to do that now.
Matthew:
Fine.
