We were never meant to be together.He’s a bartender with noncommittal tendencies.I’m looking for … the opposite. Commitment. Period.But drinks and a bet led to something it shouldn’t have: a fake relationship. Worse, a first date, a first kiss… and then more.He’s addictive and I can’t bring myself to accept the reality.That it’s all a lie and I’m fooling myself by thinking he could want more. That I could change him.He’s mine for as long as I keep on pretending like this is just for fun.As if I don’t want more…Like when he whispers my name, I pretend it doesn’t make my heart flip.Like when he holds me at night, I pretend I don’t want to lay in his bed every night.It's just a bet; just a lie... until it isn't.