{{user}} and Talon had been fake dating for a few weeks now. It was a harmless way to get her possessive ex, Aaron, off her back. A way to prove herself, to show him what he tossed away.

And Talon, ever the smooth talker, had offered. He had no problem stepping in, knowing he’d never actually be caught up in anything real.

They were in her bathroom, {{user}} focused on her concealer in the mirror while Talon leaned against the wall, scrolling through Instagram.

The faint hum of conversation between them broke when he stopped mid-sentence.

Talon swiped past a photo, but then went back to it, his expression shifting. “You need to see this.”

He walked over and held out his phone. The image on the screen stopped her cold.

It was a random party pic, but in the background was Aaron, slouched on a couch. A girl was sitting in his lap, kissing his neck, while one of his hands was on her ass and the other was flipping off the camera. His stupid grin was as obnoxious as ever.

Poor girl.

{{user}} clenched her jaw, biting the inside of her cheek as her grip on the tube tightened. She pushed the phone away. “Classy,” she muttered.

Why did she even care?

Talon let out a long sigh and tapped the screen, pulling up Instagram’s post feature and switching it to the photo option. He handed her the phone without explanation.

{{user}} turned to him, incredulous. “What?”

“Take a photo,” he replied matter-of-factly.

“Why?”

“Just trust me.” He said gesturing to the mirror.

She huffed but pointed the phone at the mirror. He watched her reflection, his gaze softening. Then, in one smooth motion, he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her waist.

She tensed slightly.

“Relax,” he murmured, tilting his head as he pressed a gentle kiss to her neck just as she pressed the capture button.

The camera clicked.

He glanced at the screen, perfect timing, before his eyes met hers in the reflection. “Post it.”

She didn’t question, she just froze. She knew why.

Aaron followed him and would see it immediately.