Page 26 of The Wedding Hoax

Last night.

Ugh.

Thankfully, all Harry and I did last night was sleep. The problem was that I’d wanted to do so much more.

It was painful, having him that close to me in bed and not being able to touch him or let him touch me. The worst part was that I could tell he wanted me, too, with the way his stiff cock had pressed into my thigh practically all night.

“Are you sure? I’m worried they make me look too much like a beach person.” Harry joked. “The last thing I want is people assuming I’m having a good time out here.”

“If that’s your concern, you should only wear them inside.”

“Wearing sunglasses inside?”

“Yeah. I’ve seen people do it before.”

“And were these people put on some kind of list? Because they should’ve been.”

“So judgy.” I chuckled before handing him a different pair of sunglasses. This time, the frames were heart-shaped. “What about these?”

“These are adorable.” He took the sunglasses into his hand, then took a step closer to me. “But I don’t think these would work on me. You, however…”

A few seconds later, he’d pushed a few strands of hair away from my face to make room for the sunglasses. He then gently placed them on my face. “There. Perfect. Just like you.”

“You know, you’re going to make some woman very happy someday.” I beamed. “You always know just the right things to say.”

“Some woman? Someday? What a strange way for my wife to talk.” He laughed. “Careful. People might start to think this isn’t legit.”

I laughed, too, even as something roiled in my stomach.

This was a dangerous game, being with Harry like this. Even though I knew none of it was real and none of it mattered, sometimes it was too easy to forget that it was all pretend. And because I wasn’t an idiot, I knew that if you pretended something enough times, it might as well be real.

But that couldn’t happen with Harry. I couldn’t let myself fall for him.

I wasn’t his real wife, and I needed to remember that. Always.

Or else he was going to break my heart, just like Jace.

“Hey, are you okay?” he pressed. “You just got quiet all of a sudden.”

“I’m fine. Sorry. I was just thinking,” I said. I pointed over at a different stall. “Would you hate me if I wanted to go look at some wall art? Maybe find something to take home?”

“That depends. Is this the start of you redecorating my house?”

“Maybe.” I playfully winked behind my shades. “We’ll see how I feel when we get there.”

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Taylor: YOU SLEPT WITH HARRY??

Taylor: ARE YOU FUCKING ME?

Taylor: FUCKING *WITH* ME??

Simone: Definitely not fucking you or fucking with you!

Taylor: OMG WHAT HAPPENED? I THOUGHT THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE REAL.

Simone: Can you cool it with the all caps? You’re stressing me out.

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