Page 97 of Fake Love

Would I still be here in an empty aquarium feeling to tell the woman in my arms how I feel about her?

Would I even have Jen in my life? If I left Ben’s office that day, would I’ve gone back to the coffee shop or her apartment and seeked her out?

Probably not.

I most likely would be sitting on my couch back in my apartment, waiting for something to happen. I probably would be trying my hardest not to let temptation take over and throw my sobriety down the drain.

I should thank Ben one of these days for lecturing me about rebuilding myself, because without a doubt, I wouldn’t be here with the woman I love.

And yes, I love Jen.

I think I loved her for a while now, but I definitely started to realize it more after the events of the street festival. I just don’t think that she is ready to hear the words. And that’s okay.

A finger stabs into my side.

“Are you listening to me, Bauer?”

I love the girl but she is still a pain in my ass.

I take her stabby finger in my hand and bring up to my mouth where I take it between my teeth.

She lets out a small yelp.

“I’m listening, just thinking about where I would be if I didn’t ask you to be my fake girlfriend.”

Jen leans up onto her elbow, digging her into my chest. “Oh yeah, and where would you be?”

Instead of continuing the banter, I tell her the truth.

“Nowhere near where I currently am. Definitely stuck in my head and fighting urges left in right. I don’t know if I’ve told you this, but from the very beginning you’ve centered me and I would be lost without you.”

Jens eyes shift from being playful to looking like that are filled with love. At least, I think that it’s love.

I watch her as she watches me and for a few seconds I think she might actually call what I said bullshit, when she shifts.

She goes from laying at my side to straddling me in two seconds.

My hands instantly go to her hips, holding her in place. Her dress riding up passed her thighs, giving me a glimpse at her black lace panties.

“What are you doing?” I ask, letting my hands draw circles along her hips.

“Thank you.” She says, her voice soft and barely a whisper but I still hold it close.

“Thanking me for what exactly?”

Jen moves until she is laying on me horizontally, her hands sliding into my hair.

“For coming to the coffee shop that day so that I could meet you for the first time. For coming back a month later. For asking me to be your fake girlfriend and for making me your real one. Thank you for being you and letting me see you from every single angle. And thank you for giving me a night that I will never forget.”

Her lips land on me in the gentlest way. Almost feather-like. A chaste kiss if she had ever given me one.

Our mouths are gentle until they aren’t.

There’s a shift and we become as hungry for each other as we did on our first night together. There is this pull between us that can’t be explained and fuck me if I don’t want more.

“Think we can get away with more than just kissing?” Jen asks, grinding herself against me.

If we were home right now, her dress would be in shreds on the floor and she would be bouncing on my cock like there is no tomorrow.

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