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My wife.
The two combined were like fuel to the fire already burning in my core.
"I never understood it before," I said.
"What?" he asked.
"Seriously, Finn.My wife?"
"You love it."
It wasn't a question.
"I don't dislike it," I said diplomatically.But Finn's smile told me I might've revealed more than I mean to.To cover, I started rambling."You know, the appeal of marriage—in real life or fiction—I never got it if I'm being honest.Probably a result of my crappy parental examples.But who am I to judge, right?"
Finn didn't interrupt even though part of me hoped he would.
"I've always been more into fake dating, enemies-to-lovers, friends-to-lovers.Sports romance, naturally.Anything swoony, of course.But marriage?Not a fan."
"Rose."
"That's what makes this situation so crazy.Not the only thing obviously.But yeah, crazier than it would be if I was actually a believer."
"Rose," Finn repeated, and I stopped mid-rant."If it bothers you, me calling you my wife, I'll stop."
It did.
It made me hot and bothered.
Something Finn would figure out soon enough if I didn't pull it together.
"Don't stop," I said and sent him a smile."I like it."
Lie.
I loved it.
So much.
Too much.
But my foolish heart would just have to deal.
"Okay," Finn said, closing the space between us."Let's work the room.See how many more people we can make uncomfortable with our PDA."
"Sounds good," I said shakily.
"If I kiss you, you won't slap me, right?"
"Never."
Finn placed a kiss against my forehead then whispered."You're the best, wife."
And you're the best friend and fake husband I've ever had.
I just hoped this wouldn't ruin everything.
CHAPTER 9: Rose
