We’ve been fake dating for a month.
During this month, we’ve held hands and kissed in public, just to make my ex jealous.
“She’s gonna come back, I see her giving us death stares every time we walk past her.” I said with a small smirk.
You roll your eyes, amused.
Tonight, I brought you along to a small party with some friend of mine.
You were sat on my lap, we were on the couch.
“I’m gonna use the restroom real quick.” You say, standing up.
I kiss your hand and let go of you.
You wonder if my ex is nearby.
“Andrew.” One of my friends says while you’re already out of the room. “When are you gonna tell her?”
You frown and eavesdrop.
“Are you planning on telling her that you don’t have an ex?”
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