Love At First Lie | Herophine Fic

Ten More Minutes

JOSEPHINE

I don't think my and Hero's day together in the hotel could have gone any better. Everything just flowed with such ease and simplicity. Our minds work so well together, it's like I know what he's thinking and he knows what I'm thinking. Now, I'm not saying we're psychic when it comes to one another but there have been more than the odd occasion where I've wondered why this seems too easy with him.

Breakfast was delicious. I fully expected it to be in such a swanky place like The Corinthia. The fruit was almost as fresh as it is when I have it back in Australia. Their produce over there just hits differently. Everything is always juicy and brimming with flavour. It's not like that over here considering almost everything is imported from here, there and everywhere. You can see the food's origins on the packaging. But back home, it could come from down the road, fresh and ready to eat. It's one of the things I miss but today's breakfast served as a perfect reminder of that. It's a shame I'd have to dosh out a fortune to stay here again and experience it all over again.

I did wonder how we'd pass the day away together but again, it came with such ease. As soon as the pool was made as a suggestion I know both Hero and I couldn't resist. Again, pools remind me of being on vacation or back at home... but adding him into the mix just made the experience all the more... heated.

I reminded myself while I was getting ready that I'd only met him yesterday and while he is supposed to be my boyfriend, we're still very much getting to know one another. That was why we were spending the day together. I also reminded myself to be on my best behaviour around him. It's been... a while since I've had any fun of that sort but seeing him, his lean, muscular torso but strong arms was hard to ignore. I

I felt a shift while we were at the pool. And not only caused by him. He started it all by tickling me. Feeling his long fingers dance against my skin set me alight, much more than anyone else ever has. I was only testing the waters when I purposefully, grazed my nail down his spine. I know what this can do to people and one of those people is Hero. I watched the goosebumps rise on his skin, knowing I'd affected him just as much as he affected me.

When he pulled me to him, flush, our chests against one another, I didn't want him to let me go. I wanted to stay there for as long as possible. Which I did, of course, even while we were in the hot tub. It just felt... right. Like I fit him and he fit me. Questioning the shift was and is the last thing on my mind. We have to be believable together. People looked upon us like we were together during our time at the pool. But still, I more than enjoyed myself and if he wants to hold me like that again, I certainly won't be saying no any time soon.

Over the course of the days we've been here, it's been easy for me to realise how sweet and kind Hero is. He's so unbelievably down to earth and I feel like he puts my needs well before his own. Without even a second thought too. He's everything you'd want - or rather, I'd want - or look for in a guy. I feel so comfortable around him. I feel safe. Even though I've known him for a grand total of two days. But somehow and I really hope I'm right, I get the sense he feels the same around me too. Neither of us has questioned or doubted anything, it's all been so easy. I'm thankful beyond words that Charlie paired us together.

Because of all of this, I really do think we have a shot of winning. With our story, how easy it is to be around each other and our quick-witted shorthand, I think we can fool everyone. I sometimes wonder if I've fooled myself too. Because everything feels so believable between us. Sometimes people just click, I suppose. We definitely have. In more ways than one, for certain.

Rolling over for what feels like the thousandth time tonight, I turn my head and look towards the small digital clock proudly displaying the time. 2:21am. What the fuck? I left Hero's room after discussing our concocted fictional story around 10pm and said I'd be going straight to sleep because I was tired. It's not a lie, I was and still am. But the thought of the show being real tomorrow and us being on display for others to scrutinise has set my tummy bubbling and brought on a headache. I'm overthinking, as per usual. Probably needlessly, but I am.