Chapter Twenty Five

“It's not my boyfriend.” Marie replied, deciding to be coy. She watched Steven’s eyes for a reaction but could find none.

“Right, let's get back into it.” He said, looking into the binder.

“Favorite color?” He asked.

“None.” She replied. Steven said nothing as he wrote in the binder. Curious to see what he had written, she leaned over to get a clearer glance but was too slow as Steven had placed his fingers over it.

“Let me see!” She cried, giggling and straightening up when he continued to cover it. As she raised her head, she found herself lost in Steven’s eyes. She knew she should look away but couldn't bring herself to do it, and Steven wasn't looking away either. She saw his gaze drop to his lips and her mouth went dry. She leaned forward to kiss him when she remembered what his friend, James, had said.

The fake wife.

What was she doing? He didn't love her and their relationship was going nowhere. Feigning a yawn, she retracted to her initial position. Clearing his throat, Steve