He looked at me, our faces inches apart.
"Get out," I said firmly. He smiled.
"I like this, don't you?" he said.
"No, that's why you need to leave my bed. Right. Now."
He didn't listen, but rather draped his arm around my body and pulled my closer.
"What the hell are you doing?" I exclaimed, pushing him away, but his grasp was too strong.
"Isn't this how we should act?" he asked, eyes unblinking.
"It's an act," I sighed. "Nothing is real. Remember? We're doing this because you love her."
"I love you," he whispered.