The whole point of a fake relationship was to pretend. But if that were true, I was already in trouble because that kiss didn’t feel fake. Not even a little. There was something in the way Gosto kissed me that short-circuited everything rational inside me.

Agreeing to this arrangement had seemed borderline logical at first, but the more I sat with it, the more unsteady I became. One kiss had turned my brain to jelly. And if that’s what one kiss could do, I didn’t dare imagine what would ...