It was all an act. It was all an act. You had to keep telling yourself that as Sam pushed you up against the wall, his lips smashed against yours as he slipped his hands up your shirt. It was all an act.

You and Sam had been working on a case where the best way for you to fit in and seem inconspicuous was by acting like a married couple. So, you both got fake rings and were always attached to one another's hips. That's how you guys were able to get become friends with the suspects. That's how you got into this little party. That's how you would sus out who the witch that was killing innocents was.

But there were people who were suspicious of you and Sam. Perhaps your act hadn't been good enough. So, he took the lead. He led you off to one of the houses bedrooms and shut the door behind you both, knowing there were people downstairs, probably trying to listen... to see if the love was real.

You didn't expect him to actually start making out with you, though... and now... here you were... your lips smashed against his.