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You don't love Michael Townsend.

You do love Dean Redding, who has no romantic interest in you. He loves Cassie. And Michael loves you.

It's all a mess.

You know you shouldn't—that it's awful and wrong—but you've sort of taken Michael as a consolation prize for your loss of Dean.

To be completely fair, you didn't initiate the situation; Michael came onto you first, and you went along with because you're a human with working eyes.

Still, you've fallen into the habit of pretending he's Dean. It makes you feel horrible after the fact, but in the moment, it's...nice. Placating.

Consolation.

Tonight, Michael's in your room—to nobody's surprise—and trying to start up. He's kissing you, and talking, and you just...aren't really feeling it. You aren't even making an effort to pretend, laying there with a straight face.

"You okay?" Michael pulls back just enough to brush his thumbs over your cheeks, and you can tell, only from that motion, that he's serious about you. About this.

God, you're a villain.