We faked a marriage for FEMA housing… and now I’m sharing a futon with my high school crush.
Noa doesn’t even remember me.
Back then, he was the baseball golden boy. I was just a dancer he helped once—without a second glance.
Now he’s back. Wounded, brooding, and offering a fake marriage to keep us both off the streets after the fire.
It was only meant to be paperwork.
A formality.
Something temporary.
But then he gives me a key.
Paints me like I’m unforgettable.
And makes me laugh in the quiet moments like we’ve always belonged.
Just when I start to believe it might be real, my mom offers me a way out.
Noa says I should take it.
But he’s looking at me like I already belong.
Like I’m already his.
If I stay, I risk falling for a love that was never meant to be more than pretend.
And if I leave… I might never get a second chance.
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Sophie Toovey 