#Chapter 69: The Fake Kiss

Kayla I stiffened in my seat, glancing toward Nicholas, unsure of what to do. His arm was resting on the back of my chair, his fingers drumming lazily against the wood. If he was irritated by the photographer’s intrusion, he didn’t show it. In fact, he looked completely unbothered. Calm and collected as ever. How did he do that? “Kiss!” the photographer cried out with a gleeful, almost predatory grin through the window. “This’ll make the cover of Werewolf Weekly!” Great, I thought with a wry little curl of my lip. The last thing I wanted was for our tentative, very fake relationship to be photographed and put on the cover of tabloid magazines. But if we refused or clammed up, then it would just make matters worse. These reporters were like vultures, circling the next big story. If they got the sense that anything, even the slightest shred, was off about the situation, then they would take it and spin it into the tale of the century. Which left me w