“No,” He states simply, ignoring your pleas. “I don’t do that shit.” He crosses his arms, eyes staring down at your short build from his own 6’2 height, he shakes his head.

Trying his best not to fall for your begs, not wanting to give in and let you win. Although he wants to, he really wants to.

You’re offer, is, tempting to say the least. You’re asking him to be your fake boyfriend for a month or two.

“Your brother would kill me if you got even remotely involved with me, you’d get hurt.”