Page 51 of The Best Wrong Move

He grabs the pillow back.

I size up the couch, then look at him. It’d be like expecting an oak tree to sprawl out across a narrow two-by-four.

“I insist you take the bed.” I plant myself firmly on the couch. I pull my knees up to my chest and cross my arms, showing him that I’m not budging.

He plants himself on the opposite side of the couch, but stretches his legs out, draping my ankles across his lap, so neither one of us is scrunched up on the opposite side.

“I don’t think our little show is actually over yet.” He narrows his eyes into a wicked smirk. It’s the same look he gave me the first time we discussed this fake-dating situation, which already seems like a lifetime ago.

That pesky swarm of butterflies is summoned, once again, by that dark look in his eye.

“They’re going to bed. So are we. I’m pretty sure Rex got the message tonight, so thank you.” I narrow my eyes back at him.

“And now we’re shut up in here, with them on the opposite side of that wall.” He juts his thumb out behind him. “It’s too good of an opportunity to miss.”

“You want to . . .”

He raises an eyebrow at me.

A challenge.

“So you weren’t kidding about reenacting the wholeWhen Harry Met Sallyscene?” I rub my reddening cheeks between my palms.

The grin that stretches across his face makes me burst into nervous laughter. Partially because I hope he’s kidding, and partially because I pray he’s not.

I bite my lip. “I’m not very good at faking things,” I tell him. “So, as much as I love this idea, pulling it off is another story entirely.”

He looks at me, confused. “You could have fooled me.”

I suck in a breath, remembering our pact to fake everything between us. As far as he knows, I’m a phenomenal actress.

“I’m good at faking some things,” I correct myself. “However, you’re practically a pro, Dom. You’ve all but convinced me this whole time.”

“Which parts?”

“Which parts of your act have I believed?” I repeat, my voice going up a notch.

“Need a refresher to pick them out?” he asks. “I can give you a rundown of the bases we’ve covered so far to jog your memory. Maybe some we haven’t.”

I lick my lips.

There’s no one here. There’s no reason for him to give me a refresher of anything he’s faked up to this point.

Chapter 31

Do I need a refresher? I laugh to myself.

Of course not.

Every touch, each kiss he’s given me, since we first started this ridiculous game has already kept me up at night. Replaying each and every time the intensity of his green eyes have poured into mine, understanding more than he ever lets on.

The kisses that have been so good they’ve made me lose sleep.

I can’t even handle thinking back to the evening we made out in the sand without getting completely hot under the collar.

My pulse picks up slightly as his eyes burn into mine.

I want him so bad, I can almost taste it. But no one is here. No reason to put on a show.

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