Page 53 of A Very Fake Play

“Well, I didn’t want to be too dehydrated tomorrow morning when I wake up, so I was going to make my way downstairs to get a glass of water. You know what they say? Hydration is very important when you consume alcohol.”

His expression suggests he doesn’t have a damn clue what I’m talking about.

Neither do I, buddy. Neither do I.

“The water throughout the house goes through a filtration system, so you could’ve headed to the bathroom for a glass of water. Also, every bathroom in the house has glass tumblers.”

“Ah. I see.”Gosh, he bought my lie.

“I’m going to help you up and then I’ll get you a glass of water.” Kaz stretches out both hands, and I reach out for them.

He yanks me to my feet.

The momentum—or his incredible strength––causes me to crash into a wall of muscle.

His hands move to my lower back. “I got you.”

Heat from his body radiates through me, and the wires in my brain short circuit.

For a few breaths, we stare at each other.

The energy in the air is potent.

What are you doing?

I shall not pine for my roommate and soon to be fake boyfriend.

I snap out of the spell I’m under, wiggle out of his hold, and take a step back, distancing myself from my ex-boyfriend’s ex-stepdad so I don’t tip him off I was having unholy thoughts about him.

Kaz clears his throat.

I do the same.

He scans my body. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“No.”Only my bruised ego.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he revoked my fake girlfriend status after that.

“Give me a second and I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” I wrap my arms around my body, conscious I’m not wearing a bra.

Kaz stops at the door. “If you want, I can go downstairs and get you a pitcher of water.”

“Water in. Water out. Too much water, and I’ll spend more time in the bathroom than in bed. Wouldn’t want that to happen. A girl needs her beauty sleep.”

“You’re sure you’re okay?”

I wince.

You’re such a dork. The man must think you hit your head.

“I’m okay.”I’m a little awkward at the moment, but nothing that requires me to visit the ER.“A glass will do.”

“Be right back.”

My eyes land on his retreating form.