To escape her bullies, a young woman agrees to fake-date the school's football star — a plan that was never supposed to involve real feelings. As their pretend relationship plays out in front of everyone, the line between performance and genuine love starts to blur.
But before I ever got to see Chloe suffer the consequences, I ran straight into Luca. Luca was a wildfire, both online and offline. And online, he was even more reckless. During our two years of dating, I learned exactly how unhinged he could be.
Every night after training, he'd jerk off in the shower with his earbuds, enforcing me to listen to his rough breathing echo through the call. In those moments, his usual arrogant, untouchable attitude disappeared completely. He'd call my name over and over in that low, hoarse, sweat-laced voice, making me say things that left my face burning. Latter he insisted on meeting in
person. I panicked. I scrolled back through our messages like a madwoman, rereading conversations conversations I almost had memorized. Until I stopped at the week we first connected online two years ago, and saw the line I had typed with my own hands, my stomach churned. I'm Whitmore. It hit me like a slap across the face. Every heartbeat I had felt in those late night
calls. Every moment I thought I was being loved had been stolen under someone else's That night, I curled up under the covers, trembling as I sobbed. the next morning i looked at myself in the mirror ordinary pale dark circles from constant part-time