🐰 She Asked Me To Be Her Fake Boyfriend, Then The “Pretend” Turned Into A Real Kiss

But as I spoke those words, doubt crept into my mind.

What if Mia couldn’t handle the complications of my past?

What if I had ruined everything by letting my ex-wife waltz back into my life?

I rushed outside, desperate to find Mia.

The cool night air hit me like a wave as I scanned the street, searching for her familiar silhouette.

“Mia!” I called, my heart pounding.

But there was no response.

As I wandered through the neighborhood, I replayed our moments together—the laughter, the kisses, the way she made me feel alive.

Had I lost her just when I was beginning to understand what love truly meant?

Finally, I spotted her sitting on a park bench, her shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Mia,” I said softly, approaching her cautiously.

She looked up, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“I didn’t mean to run away,” she admitted, her voice trembling.

“It’s just… everything feels so complicated.”

“I know,” I replied, sitting next to her.

“But I don’t want to lose you.

You’re worth fighting for.”

Mia turned to me, her expression searching.

“Do you really mean that?”

“More than anything,” I said, taking her hands in mine.