Our Fake Forever

Previously

…Liam’s eyes sparkled in the dim light. “Well,” he said, his voice a low, seductive murmur, “I was thinking we could start planning our actual wedding. And maybe, just maybe, make some of those romantic gestures feel a little less like an act and a lot more like… us.” He leaned in, and this time, when our lips met, there was no rehearsal, no performance. Just the sweet, intoxicating taste of a love that had bloomed in the most unexpected of places, a testament to the fact that sometimes, the most beautiful beginnings are born from the most improbable of lies. Our fake forever was over, and our real one was just beginning.