Page 6 of Dating Your Fake Fiance
She turns to me. “Yeah?”
“I think we should kiss.”
“What?”
"We don't want our first kiss to be in front of everyone. It could look awkward and unconvincing. I think it's best we get it out of the way now, so there isn't a lot of pressure later.”
"Right," she says. Although she doesn't sound wholly convinced, I don't miss the way her gaze dips down to my lips.
I run my fingertips over her cheek and into her hair, drawing her closer to me. Leaning in, I brush my lips against hers. It was meant to be a quick kiss to divert her attention, but the moment I got the sweet taste of her mouth, I can’t resist deepening for more. Dana moans softly and leans closer, resting her hand on my thigh. My cock twitches with excitement at the idea that her hand is only a few inches away from the promised land.
The car behind us honks, and we pull apart, a mirrored, dazed look passing between us as we realize what just happened.
“That was—” she breathes out, but the car honks again.
I pull forward in the line, still tasting her gloss on my lips. We stop, and the young valet runs forward and opens her door. She takes his hand as he helps her out. I don't miss the way his eyes dip to her cleavage, and I squeeze my fist, reminding myself that I can’t punch a kid.
I hand off my keys and circle around the front of my car to meet her. She reaches out for me, and I take her hand, passing it behind my back to wrap around my waist.
“Remember,” I whisper into her ear as I wrap my arm over her shoulder.
“What?” she asks.
“You’re mine tonight.”
The grin that spreads across her face tempts me to pull her into an empty hallway and finish the kiss we started in the car.
“Dana Covington?” a woman sitting behind a table in the entryway asks, drawing both our attention. “Buffy said you were coming, but I almost didn’t believe her.”
“Mitsy,” Dana says, pinching my side when I start to snicker. “I wasn’t planning to, but I found a reason to come.”
Mitsy’s head tilts to the side like a dog when it’s confused. “Catching up with old friends isn’t enough for you?”
“If that was the case,” Dana says, picking up her tag off the table. “It would be.”
Mitsy’s mouth drops open as she watches us walk by without another word.
“That was hot,” I tell her.
“With a pretty thing like you on my arm, I feel like I have a shield of armor I never had the last time I walked these halls.”
I chuckle. “I’m happy to be at your service.”
4
DANA
Charlie and I walk into the gym where the reunion is being held, and the decorations are next level. Definitely a step up from the cheesy-themed dances they would throw here when I was in school. The walls are covered with blown-up black and white photos of us when we were young. And the music that was popular ten years ago is playing loudly over the speakers.
As someone who would hide whenever I saw someone on the yearbook staff snapping pictures, I’m surprised when I see a photo of me hanging on the wall. Charlie stops and points to it before looking down at me.
“Is that you?” he asks.
The image is of me sitting on the front steps of Edmond Hall, gazing off in the distance over the photographer’s shoulder. I don’t remember the photo being taken, but I’m glad I wasn’t doing something embarrassing.
"That was me during my senior year," I say. “As you can see by those thick glasses, I hadn’t yet discovered the wonders of contacts.
“Are you kidding?” Charlie says. “You could have been the hot American girlfriend I lied and told all my friends back in Toronto I had.”
