“I already told you I thought you were talented,” Mydei says, “last night. But, even before then, I thought you were talented.” Phainon chuckles, a short sound that’s more breath than laugh if Mydei’s being honest. “I know, but I wanted to hear it in-person and have you hear it for yourself.” Phainon shoots him a charmingly silly smile, one that softens his eyes into something well-intentioned and earnest. “I’m good, aren’t I?” Mydei flicks Phainon’s forehead. Phainon flinches. “You’re good,” he says gruffly. “Obviously.” Phainon preens, and it makes Mydei’s chest warm.
Pretend we're in love
• Chapter 2 of 5
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- fake dating and karaoke
- fluff
- To be honest, I only realized how smitten I made Mydei when I was editing
- When I was writing, I was catastrophizing too much to notice
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