We were never meant to be together.
He's a bartender with 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.
He'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 he could want more. That I could change him.
He'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 he whispers my name, I pretend it doesn't make my heart flip.
Like when he holds me at night, I pretend I don't want to lay in his bed every night.
It's just a bet; just a lie... until it isn't.