Faking It With His Rival

Summary

We were having dinner at my childhood sweetheart’s house, and the table was a mess of red shells and melted butter.

I watched as he systematically cracked open a Maine lobster claw, extracting the meat perfectly and sliding it onto my plate until I had a small mountain of it.

His mother, sitting across from us, finally let out a long, contented sigh.

"I knew it. I knew you two couldn’t stay away from each other." She offered a warm, knowing smile. "You’ve been together for almost ten years. You don’t just throw that away."

A sudden, suffocating silence descended over the dining room.