Page 9 of My Fearless Fake Fling

So yeah, I watched him the whole time he dressed. Not my proudest moment, but I had a screaming crush. And he kissed me. And shielded me. And he helped me dress. And he was much better at being a pretend boyfriend than most real boyfriends were at being a real boyfriend.

As Lennon made his approach to the stoner with the camera phone—I thought to take it and erase the evidence of him and me in the lake, naked together—he instead asked the guy, “Can you text that video to me? I want to post it to my Instagram.”

You couldn’t see anything more than my upper back and part of his chest and shoulders (at least while we’d been in the lake), but that wasn’t the point.Iknew I was naked and so had to assume the others would know, too.

“What?” I shrieked. The shriek he paid no attention to as he busied giving his number to the stoner.

Horrified, I watched the stoner upload the video into a text and a minute later, heard the ping on Lennon’s phone that he’d received said text.

Len opened the text, pressed some buttons on his phone, then held his arm out to me. “Come here, fearless.” Uh… no. That wasn’t going to happen. Not with me contemplating between running off or killing him. “Kami. Come here, sweetheart.”

Shoot! He called me sweetheart. That was new. God, he was so good at this fake boyfriend stuff. So good, my shoes stuck out their tongues at me and walked us over to him, despite my initial internal protest.

His arm snaked around my waist, Len held me tight. “He did us a favor. You need proof of your bravery or no one who knew you with your ex will believe this first adventure. Now you have proof.”

Made sense. “Then Brian can kiss my butt.”

“Then Brian can kiss your butt,” he agreed. “But not literally. That’s my job.” And he said that with a wink, giving my waist a squeeze.

Realizing I hadn’t friended Lennon on any of my social media accounts, I did that from my phone before uploading the video of us skinny-dipping that he forwarded to me.

And just because I could, I made us facepage official.

Immediately, my phone blew up with notifications from friends who commented or liked the video.

Truth be told, it kind of skeeved me out that so many people likedalmostseeing my naked bum. Or maybe it had nothing to do with me. Fingers crossed, it was Len they admired so readily. Len had a body deserving admiration. Though the more time I spent with the guy, the more it became clear his insides deserved that same admiration.

“We’re quite the sensation among my facepage friends,” I told him while still looking down at my phone, yet managing to successfully open the passenger door to his truck and climb into the seat. Lennon shut the door for me. “I’d say that’s a good start for bravery. What’s on for tomorrow?” I had to inwardly chuckle at my diversionary tactic. Len didn’t need to know my shift started early tomorrow. As far as he was concerned, I had all the time in the world. In reality, the skinny-dipping did me in and I was ready to head home and hide from the world for the rest of the day.

I chuckled too soon.

“Tomorrow?” he asked, but I could tell it was more of a statement by his mischievous tone. “Oh,silly,sillygirl. We aren’t done with today.”

Exactly as I feared. Me. In trouble. Again. My mouth dropped open for probably a half a minute of stunned silence. What was he trying to do to me? “We aren’t?” I finally managed.

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