A young woman tormented by bullies invents a wealthy boyfriend to protect herself, using a stranger's photo as proof. When the real man behind the picture enters her life, her harmless lie spirals into a complicated romance with stakes she never expected.
was working through a problem Ethan had even teased me about it I was sitting in the study doing homework staring at a question on the worksheet phone off to the side this is so hard Ethan help me look at it read me the question okay new Ethan was the best Ethan gave a soft laugh his voice coming through the phone
baby why do you always twirl your fingers what when you get nervous you pick at your fingers thumb circling around your index finger you haven't noticed? Do I? You do. Every time you can't figure out a problem, you do this. Ethan a smile creeping into his voice. It's kind of cute. I hid my hands under the desk, my face
burning up. Just do the problem. Stop looking at me. I am doing the problem. Then why are you staring at my hands? Because they're cute. Cute. I said it in my head. I couldn't help glancing at Ethan. Now Ethan was sitting right behind me, his eyes on my hands. What Ethan didn't know was was that those very hands had deceived him for three years.
It suddenly hit me that I couldn't let Ethan find out. I jolted all over and started to pull my hands back. But Ethan had already looked away, out the window. I breathed out in relief and saw Ethan's throat bob once.
The car went very quiet all of a sudden. Carefully, I pulled out my phone, opened the browser, and planned to look it up. I was halfway through typing.
Ethan held still for a few seconds, slowly leaning in toward me. But just as our lips were about to touch, Ethan suddenly closed his eyes and leaned back.
His expression was calm. He must have really just meant to show me