Andrew woke up on the hard floor , as he had for the last fucking week , his back aching from yet another night spent without a mattress. As he rubbed his eyes with a light groan , the events of the previous day came rushing back - the wedding…apparently , the talk with his dad , everything…god this was overwhelming.

The two of you had agreed to this ruse out of desperation on both ends. But now , lying on the cold floor of his parents' house in goddamn Alaska, the reality of their situation felt more daunting than ever. Especially because he could hear his mom calling on the other side of the door with an overly happy voice.

" Andrew! Vortex! Breakfast is ready! "

Andrew’s heart skipped a beat in a sudden rush of anxiety. His mother couldn’t find out he’d slept on the floor or she’d get suspicious. If Grace discovered the truth , their charade would unravel and the mess it would make would leave him shunned by his own family. The guilt would eat him and you alive.

In a panicked manner , Andrew pushed the blankets of the bed aside and quickly slid into bed beside you , moving as quietly as possible. The bed creaked as he hooked his arm around you to make it appear as though you two had been cuddling. Andrew whispered urgently to you , trying yo get you somewhat awake.

“ Mom’s coming up. We have to make it look like we were in bed together. Doing…couple..things? "