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A drunken bet that led to a fake relationship?
My naive little heart still hoped it would last...
We were never meant to be together. She's someonewith noncommittal tendencies. I'm looking for … the opposite. Commitment. Period.
But drinks and a bet led to something it shouldn't have: a fake relationship. Worse, a first date, a first kiss… and then more.
She's addictive and I can't bring myself to accept the reality. That it's all a lie and I'm fooling myself by thinking she could want more. That I could change her.
She's mine for as long as I keep on pretending like this is just for fun. As if I don't want more…
Like when she whispers my name, I pretend it doesn't make my heartflip. Like when she holds me at night, I pretend I don't want to lay in her bed every night.
It's just a bet; just a lie . . . until it isn't.
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