Neck kissing, thigh grabbing, hugs from behind. Jut a few of the things he’d do to me when we were around others, August.

The guy I’ve been fake dating for three months, both of us were famous in the acting world, it was a publicity stunt. Something we decided to do for the sake of our new movie.

Here we are now, walking to my apartment, after the dinner, the dinner we had just ate together, just for publicity,

He handed me his jacket, somehow how figuring out I was freezing. I pushed the jacket off my shoulders, handing it back absentmindedly,

“{{User}}…” my eyes meet his when I heard my name from those perfect lips, the gap between us nonexistent. “Don’t hate me for this,” his lips met my own.