“Lilah?” Fox says as I step over the threshold.


“Hmm?” I ask, turning toward him.

“You can kiss me.”


For the second time tonight, his words steal my breath away.

“I…”

He shrugs, like what he’s said is no big deal. “If you want, I mean. You can kiss me if you want to.”


Then he steps forward, pressing his lips to my cheek, his five o’clock shadow scraping against me in the most delightful way.


“Good night, sugar,” he says softly, then he dips his head before turning back toward the elevator.

I don’t say anything. Where would I even start? No. I just stare after him with wide eyes, my jaw dropped in surprise.

Fox steps into the car, facing me, and just as the doors close, he winks. It’s the last thing I see before he disappears, and I’m left with the realization that Rory was right—I absolutely do have a crush on Fox, who is now my fake fiancé.

And I have no clue what to do about it.