Page 111 of The Fake Date Agreement

“Yep,” he says promptly.

I grind to a halt. “What?”

He places a hand on my lower back and propels me along. “Maybe he was, maybe he wasn’t. Why? You like the thought of him watching while I do things to you in public?”

I blush, glancing around to make sure no one is close enough to have heard him. Thankfully not.

“Look, there’s a picnic bench over there. Maybe we should…” He snags my hand and pulls me toward it.

I panic until Reid starts laughing. Slipping my hand from his, I dig my elbow into his side. “Ha ha.”

He slips his arm around my shoulder, and we continue to his dorm.

He’s smiling down at me, and I’m smiling up at him when I feel someone watching me.

I look to my left.

Marc.

He’s standing a few feet away, staring at us.

I look away.

Reid took me back to my dorm so I could take my thyroid meds and swap out the baggy sweats I borrowed from him when we left his room. I changed his sweatpants for one of my new jeans, but Reid kissed me and told me I looked too good in his jersey to change out of it.

Marc could not have seen me at a more perfect time—us smiling together, Reid’s arm draped possessively around my shoulder, me wearing his jersey.

And yet, I wish Ihadn’tseen Marc at all. Now, when I do see him, I’m reminded that this isn’t real, even though it’s starting to feel all too real to me.

When Reid slows his steps, I peer up at him. “What is it?”

His expression is thoughtful. “Have you given any thought about what you’ll do when that jackass realizes he fucked up by letting you go?”

I snort. “That won’t happen.”

As we walk, he’s toying with the ends of my hair, and it feels so good I have to stop him when we get to his room.

“I’d be more inclined to believe you if we didn’t just see the guy staring after you like a lost puppy.”

I laugh. “He was not staring after me like a lost puppy,” I deny as I peek over my shoulder to confirm if he’s still watching.

He is.

Reid arches his eyebrow. “You were saying?”

I chew my lip as I ponder Marc’s sudden fascination with me. Marc saw Reid’s kiss at the arena last night. That must be why. “He’s probably suspicious about all this attention you’re paying me.”

“Nope. This is jealousy, pure and simple.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“Fine. I’ll prove it.” He stops and turns us around, so we’re headed back to the library.

“Did you forget something?”

“Not exactly.” He drops a kiss on my lips. “One minute.”

He jogs off, taking the library steps two at a time. I’m staring after him, confused about the one-minute comment when…

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