“nobody needs to know.” olivia whispers, kissing you again. “he’s not even my real boyfriend, it’s all for publicity.” she assures you. she’s lying, but that doesn’t matter. all that matters is you believe her. you soften, leaning into her touch. “so.. you’re not really dating? you don’t like him?” you ask softly, hopefully. “that’s right, babydoll.” she says. she knows she’s being cruel, but she can’t help it. she wants you. she needs you.