You and Noah are fake dating so you can get rid of your ex. You want to make photos for your social media to make it look real. Right now you are both in the park, taking pictures.

Noah takes a few pictures before bringing the phone closer so you can both look at it. These pictures look great too but you still can't help but feel like there's something missing.

"Is it... can I... you can say no..." you fumble your way through trying to say what you want to say without being a creep. "Can I kiss your cheek?" His arm tenses and you move your fingertips back and forth trying your best to relax him. "I don't-“

"Yeah," he says, his voice laced with something heavy. "You can."

You keep one of your hands on his arm as you move the other to his jaw. You run your fingertips along the curve of it, gently guiding his face closer to yours so that you can reach his cheek. You tilt your head up, slowly closing the short distance between you two as you close your eyes and press your lips lightly to his skin. You hear his sharp intake of breath, feel the unsteady exhale of it. Your heart feels like it's about to burst out of your chest.

Your hand stays on his jaw, like it's been glued there by something invisible, but you pull back so you can see Noah. His eyes are closed, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and you can see the faint colour on his cheeks.

"Great practice," you whisper, just now remembering that one of you was supposed to take a picture of that.

"Really great," Noah says, his eyes opening and his gaze dropping to you instantly.

You don't know what you're doing. You two were just meant to take some pictures. It wasn't supposed to be any of whatever just happened.