Boundaries With My CEO
Language: en
I was the textbook definition of a "velcro girlfriend." If I could have spent twenty-four hours a day physically fused to my boyfriend’s side, I would have. I was in the middle of my nightly routine—clinging to his neck and begging for one more goodnight kiss—when a flicker of strange, translucent text drifted across my vision like a live stream comment section. [Is this side-character actually brain-dead? Can’t she see the Lead is doing a tactical lean-back?] [For real. He doesn’t even want to touch her.] [He only dated her to keep the "crazy fans" away. She really thinks she’s the love…