"If you want to make it believable at least hold my hand" you half-whispered to Max, who was buttoning his blazer while getting out of the car, you behind him.

“Sorry, I'm not used to this with you" he said chuckling. His sweaty palm held yours tightly, and the feeling of it was odd.

Max had invited you to a friends wedding and he a needed a date with him, so you had agreed jokingly to be his fake partner.