After His Ninety Ninth Fake Kiss
Language: en
It was the ninety-ninth time my boyfriend and my best friend had pretended to be a couple. They had easily snatched first place in the mall’s Valentine’s Day giveaway—a seven-day, all-expenses-paid trip to Zermatt. By the time I rushed to the airport terminal, out of breath and pulling my luggage behind me, Gavin simply handed me a standby ticket. "Regular seats were all booked," he said, not even looking up. "Just make do with this." I stood there, dumbfounded, holding the flimsy slip of paper. They were already moving toward the priority line, talking fast and laughing over inside jokes…