Knocking Boots

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.