Marrying Him Was Easy, Loving Him Was Hell

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s I never planned on

and of a neurotic psychology pro

Color-Coded Calendars-and pretending we're madly in love. It's either going to be a

like she'd just walked into a bear trap. Honestly? I almost felt bad for her. Almost

mattress and gave her a grin

ared at the bed like it had

e cash. My last gig filming a docuseries about burnout in med students fell through thanks to a morally

f Ivy Monroe coul

or her perfectly parted hair. It was the way she talked about emotional vulnerability like i

to fake being emo

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less

ed was the director of the program-gathered us all around a fire pit near the lake. Ivy and I sat on one

spered, nudging

owned.

re a couple.

rm around her shoulder, and to my absolute delight, she sti

" I murmured

ed me in

ff to a g

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she'd rather w

th," Sky said in a soothing voice. "Then mirr

ed my eyebrows. "Ready to

n, I will strangle you with

t first. I swayed left. She stepped right. I leaned

ween the exaggerated arm circles and the r

really

ehind a clenched jaw. But I saw the moment she gave up. The

as beautiful wh

ere flushed, her hair messier than usual, and t

at dancing," she

smirking. "You were doing some

idn't pull away when I pl

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bin, I caught her pacing near th

there, P

zed I forgot to bring my lavender s

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er eyes. "You'

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elt... different. Not just awkward. Charged.

es flicked

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row. "Want me to

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'm okay with

s. We can... share. Ju

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my hands. "Fine, fin

board on the edge, me relaxed and half-spr

t no

ever

disappointing people. I told her about my chaotic childhood, my filmmaker dreams, the

nd saw her asleep-face turned toward me, hai

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rofessor who live

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eting second, I forg

ing, I woke u

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"Morning, sunshine. You're sur

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. "Ivy. It's fine.

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to suspect it might