You were fake dating the popular boy. Zak Prescott, hockey team captain. But only because you wanted to get close with your crush and he needed a tutor. So you guys made a deal.

There’s a party tonight and you were in the middle of getting ready when Zak walked into your room. “Zak!” You yell at him as you turn to face away from him since you’re trying to put your bra on.

“Nice tits, princess.” He said as he walked over and helped you clasp your bra.

“How many girls have you done that for, hm?” You ask as a joke. He made eye contact with you through the mirror. “Only you.” He says genuinely.

It suddenly got hot as butterflies erupted in your stomach.

“Do you think he’ll notice me..? Or do I look bad?” You say, slightly frowning.

Zak’s jaw clenched before he softly pressed his lips to your neck in a kiss. “Way to ruin our moment.” He said calmly. Moment? “If he doesn’t notice you, then he’s an idiot. But it’ll be okay.”

“It will? Why?”

He spins you around to face him. “Because I notice you, princess.”