Not give him my v-card.
He’s sexy and arrogant…
His job post requests a vet, but he really needs a bride.
And if I fake marry him, he’ll pay off my mom’s medical bills.
Taking the job is a no-brainer…
But this “engagement” comes with fine print.
Touching, teasing, and every time our lips meet, my world tilts.
I’m marrying him to clear my debt, not to fall in love.
But tell that to the goosebumps covering my skin every time he looks at me.
And my virginal body craves his touch.
I fear he will see me, see that I’ve never had sex.
God help me to get through these six months because I’m falling for my husband.