Page 61 of Hard to Fake

“Is it?”

“Next question,” I say, still thinking about his answer.

“What’s one thing only your friends know about you.”

I take a breath. “I have a wild side.”

Miles leans in, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Tell me.”

“I’ve always been drawn to the danger and excitement of things like skydiving and bungee jumping.”

“Why?”

I turn it over. “Probably because Jay used to get lots of attention playing basketball. At first, I did it for the attention, and my mother was horrified. Eventually, I realized I liked it. I like being somewhere I’m free and feel alive.”

“Huh,” Miles says, his voice low with appreciation. “You’re even braver than I thought.”

The way he looks at me, with a mixture of admiration and something else, makes me feel like I could conquer the world.

“Ooh, that’s good,” Nova says. “Get closer. Miles, put your arms around her.”

Miles pulls me to him, his arms snaking around my waist. I feel his breath on my neck as he nuzzles into me. The warmth of his body against mine sends a shiver down my spine.

We go through the list as Nova takes picture after picture, our bodies pressed close together, our faces mere inches apart.

Is he as affected by this as I am?

We’re supposed to be building evidence for our fake relationship, but nothing about his touch feels forced.

“What’s your biggest fear?” I ask.

“Pass.”

“Really?” I cock my head. “You’re afraid it’ll come true if you say it out loud?”

“Something like that.” His lips curve.

I feel the heat of his breath on my lips, and I know I should pull away, but I can’t. I turn to say something, but his mouth is right fucking there.

I’m trying to keep focused, but it’s taking everything in me.

“I need to call Clay,” Nova says, reminding me we’re not alone. “See if he can pick me up.”

She waves and heads for the other side of the rooftop.

“You got us a chaperone?” Once she’s out of earshot, Miles’ voice, low and husky, makes me turn.

“A photographer,” I correct.

The sound he makes is somewhere between a groan and a laugh. “Because you don’t think you can keep your hands off me.”

I scoff. The ego on this man.

“Did you like watching me play?” Miles changes the subject.

“I like it better when you play the way you did tonight,” I reply. “You were good. You took no prisoners.”

He folds his arms, a slow grin spreading across his face.“You keep this up, you’re going to become a Kodashian. I’ll have to get you in my jersey.”

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