FAKE, FAKE, fake!
That's the only thing I've been saying all morning, and I'm still thinking about it. It's fucking afternoon. I'm supposed to be going over the details of a meeting I need to be having with the fashion and photography team right now, but here I am, reeling over the word like a kid who just learned about it today in an English lesson, forgetting to hurry with clearing my shit and going to the meeting.
I know why I'm hell-bent on the word like this. Lucas. I have a crush on him, a huge crush. A crush that I don't want to acknowledge yet, because acknowledging it would mean doing the one thing I never thought I would do anytime soon.
Giving him a piece of me.
Iris, focus. Maybe you're just horny.