Fake It 'Til You Break It(105)

I laugh, tugging her in. “They’re wrong. Once I have you all to myself, I’m pretty sure I won’t be up for sharing again.”

She grins, lifting her lips to mine, but I pull her ring finger up, closing my teeth around it and showing her my bite marks.

“See.” I run my fingers across the little scar I left on her a decade ago and then do the same with the one I gently added. “I told you I was smart, D. I marked you as mine ten years ago.”

“Here’s to ten more.” She kisses me quickly, whispering, “And to bite marks where the eyes can’t see.”

I pull her closer, ready to kiss the shit out of her when we’re interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Nico Sykes and Demi Davenport.”

We spin around, finding Mr. Brando.

He smiles. “The unlikely duo, now attached at the hip, and moving away together. I’m proud to have had a part in that.”

Demi reaches out to shake his hand. “Thank you, Mr. Brando, for caring enough to try and break down barriers for people who don’t know how.”

“Thank you for not pestering me to change your partner until I caved,” he fires back.

“You wouldn’t have.” She laughs.

“You’re right,” he agrees. “I wouldn’t have.” Mr. Brando looks at me, a knowing smile playing at his lips. “Imagine if I denied you your request to be her partner, Mr. Sykes.”

Demi’s head snaps my way. “Wait, what?”

Mr. Brando lets out a loud laugh, clamping a hand on my shoulder. “Best of luck, you two.” With that, he walks away.

I grin from him to her.

Her face slowly softens. “You asked to be my partner. Before everything?”

I smirk, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her in. “It was always my goal to make you mine, that way, if Alex ever tried for you, you’d deny him because you were mine.” My grip around her tightens. “I wasn’t leaving this school without you on my arm, D. One way or the other, I knew we’d find a way. I just had to man up and make it happen.”

“So sure of yourself, were you?” she attempts to tease, but nothing but adoration rings through my baby’s words.

A light chuckle leaves me, but my features smooth as I pour all my focus into her. “I’d never been more unsure of myself in my life, but you, D...” I drop my forehead to hers. “Even if we had to fake it to make it, you, I was sure of.”

She looks to her ring, a small silver band, with a gleam I’ll never tire of and a smile I’ll forever fight to have on me, she presses her lips to mine.

This.

This is as real as it gets.





THE END





Quick Note From The Author




Eek!! You guys, these two started speaking to me over a year ago, but I made them wait to tell their story until, finally, they were all I could think about. I knew that meant their story was ready to be written!

I once knew someone who felt alone in a crowded room, who hid their reality from everyone around them while carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. I think that’s where this story came from, though, it is light years different. I felt honored to write it.

Thank you so very much for reading!

I hope you loved Demi and Nico as much as I do!

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