away satisfied.”
“Gross. Don’t call them that.”
Shane, very maturely, stuck out his tongue at her. S
he shuddered dramatically, so that he was sure to see it. “First of all,
you’re not selling yourself.”
“Don’t you always call me a man-whore?”
“Well, yes, I might. But you’re not a real one. Uh, unless there’s
something I don’t know about.”
“There isn’t.” Shane put the car in gear when the light changed color and
left half his tires on the road. Kiera grimaced. If Shane got any more cliché,
she didn’t think she’d be able to handle him, nice guy at heart or not. “My
mom would kill me.”
“That’s probably the best reason, though I could think of a few more.”
“Anyway, I make sure everyone is happy.”
“What about the ones that want a repeat? You never do that. Because
you’re scared of commitment and love and all that.”
“Last time I checked, so were you.” He stated it as an undeniable fact.
The thing about Shane being her fake boyfriend was that he knew a lot
about her. They had to in order to sell their relationship to their families and
the few other concerned parties. They’d come clean with each other the first
week they met and decided on the relationship of convenience. They made
each other lists of facts that they should know, from favorite colors to foods
they hated, hobbies to places they’d travelled. She’d also thrown in her past
relationship details into the mix when Shane had blatantly informed her that
he never did more than one-night stands because he didn’t believe in love
and wasn’t ready for commitment. That was the crux of his need for their
relationship. Hers was, of course, that she needed a cover for the details she
wasn’t ready for her family to find out.
At heart, Kiera wanted to believe they were both good people, but lying
to the ones she loved never felt good. It made her wish she’d come out to