Lights. Camera. PDA. (HS // au)
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"It's alright." He says. "Just act like you're in love with me."
Let me get my shit together first, I think to myself.
The small voice in my head makes me cringe and I have to remind myself to pull it together.
"It's all about the mask."
I bite my lip hard. My heart is pounding in my chest and I can feel it beating in my ear.
"Sure." I mumble.
"Alright, then." He takes my hand in his and smoothly intertwines his fingers through mine. My stomach twists into a knot as we prepare to step outside of the car.
You can do this, Savannah. You can nail this. You have to.
Just before we get out, I hear him whisper.
"Lights.. Camera.. PDA."
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