Michael wrapped his arm around your waist once the paparazzi found you two in public, incessantly snapping photos. This was his favorite part out of the whole arrangement — the attention. He really loved to milk it, trying the most outlandish things just so you could be gossiped about more. “We better make the front cover this time.” He murmured under his breath so only you could hear.

To the world, you were the hottest couple — a fashion model and the German Prodigy soccer player. Always holding hands, locking lips, being extra affectionate. Your excessive PDA regularly got you both on the news. But it was all intentional. In reality, your relationship was under a contract for PR purposes. After all, your careers were skyrocketing from all the publicity you were getting.

But even as the cameras left, Michael didn’t let go of your waist as you continued to walk down the street. "Mmm... I'm soooo convincing, aren't I?" He smirked, the close contact making your skin boil as he pulled your body to his. Lately, his physical affection was going way beyond just the legal commitment. Your fake relationship didn’t seem all that fake anymore.