His eyes dropped to my lips and he nodded. “And you’ll have to touch me like you actually like me.” Reaching down, he took my hand and put it on his chest.
“Of course. You’re right,” I said, barely recognizing my own voice.
“It’ll be over soon. You won’t suffer for too long, don’t worry.”
“Sure. No suffering. Over soon. Got it.”
“You ready?”
I relaxed my shoulders and nodded. Act and look like I loved him? Child’s play.