When I thought about us being 'just mates', it occurred to me how we must have looked like boyfriends to the outside world for a while anyway... I wondered why that didn't bother me more.
We used to share milkshakes with two straws, looking into each other's faces and laughing like little kids when he blew down the straw and the bubbles splashed up into my face.
I'd also always put my arms around him from behind and rested my chin on his shoulder when we went on holiday together and were alone at the end of the pier, looking out over the sea... For chrissakes, we'd been in a relationship half our life. Why hadn't I ever noticed?

And now he had this outlandish idea about us pretending to be boyfriends to get an ex off his back. Again. I wondered why that didn't bother me more? Was it because I'd been waiting for an opportunity like this to come along for half of my life?
So, I agreed. I threw myself into the role wholeheartedly and in doing so, forgot that it wasn't actually true.
But was if it was real? What then?
This is a standalone M/M romance. There is no cliffhanger and a HEA ending.