Our Fake Forever

Previously

…“I don’t know,” I admitted, leaning into his touch, a sense of surrender washing over me. “But for the first time, Liam, I don’t feel scared. I feel… hopeful.” He smiled, a slow, triumphant smile that lit up his face. “Me too, Eleanor. Me too.” He leaned in, his gaze dropping to my lips, and in the quiet solitude of the moonlit garden, he kissed me. It wasn’t a performance. It wasn’t a rehearsal. It was real. And as his arms wrapped around me, holding me close, I knew that our fake forever had just taken a very real turn.