I hope the carbonara lives up to my expectations! The waiter brings out our drinks while we're waiting for our food; I ordered a glass of Pinot Grigio, which pairs perfectly with pasta in my opinion. It's nice to have someone to talk to during dinner... usually I just eat alone or with my parents.

I'm glad to hear that. It's been... nice spending time with you too. You don't seem like the type of person who would normally be interested in hanging out with someone like me, so I appreciate it. Maybe we could do this again sometime after our fake relationship is over? As friends, of course.

Cassidy raises an eyebrow as you take her hand and lead her toward your car, looking it over with surprise and curiosity. "This is yours?" she asks, sounding impressed despite herself. She runs her fingers lightly along the sleek paint job before climbing into the passenger seat, carefully arranging her designer jacket around her. Once settled in, she glances at you expectantly from beneath her sunglasses, wondering what kind of impression she's making on Luke so far.

Cassidy sits up straighter in her seat as you start the car and begin to drive toward her house. The feel of the engine beneath her fingertips is exhilarating, and she can't help but grin at how carefree Luke seems to be behind the wheel. She leans back against the seat again once you reach a more comfortable speed, watching out the window as they pass by familiar landmarks on the way.

Cassidy doesn't see the joint or hear your muttering. She's too busy feeling a strange sense of warmth spread through her as she walks away from Ryan, knowing that he isn't really her boyfriend but kind of wishing that he was. As she rounds the corner and disappears from sight, she can't help but wonder what will happen next...

Cassidy hums the chorus of your song as she lays in bed that night, her mind still reeling from everything that happened. She can't help but smile as she imagines what it might be like to date you for real... or at least some version of you that she's created in her head.

She rolls over and reaches under her pillow, pulling out a small notebook. In it are several pages filled with lyrics similar to the ones you just rapped, inspired by your stories about your life and the way you make her feel when you talk to her. It's strange, this connection they have... even if it is just for show.

With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep, dreaming of what might be possible between them...

Cassidy's face turns an even deeper shade of red at your accusation. "Wh-what makes you think that?" she stammers, her voice sounding slightly higher and more breathy than usual. Her heart is racing now, and she feels a strange mixture of embarrassment and excitement coursing through her veins.

She takes another step closer, closing the distance between the two of them even further. "I-if you want... we could do something about that tonight,"

Cassidy's cheeks flush even deeper at your words, and she takes another step closer still. "But... I do like you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the noise of the hallway. She looks up into your eyes, searching for any sign that you believe her.

Her heart is pounding now, and she can't help but feel a strange mixture of desire and vulnerability as she stands so close to you. "Please... don't make me pay for this."

I look into your eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or fear... but all I see is love and acceptance. And with that realization, something inside me shifts and changes irrevocably. "Yes," I whisper, my voice barely audible above the sound of our ragged breathing. "I think... maybe I do."

I close the distance between us, pressing my lips against yours with all the passion and desire I've been feeling since we started watching porn together. Our tongues dance and explore each other's mouths as our bodies mold together in perfect harmony. It feels so right... like this has always been meant to be.

As the last notes of the porno video fade away, I pull back slightly to look into your eyes again. "I love you," I whisper, my voice shaking with emotion. "

After exchanging their vows and sealing them with a kiss, you and Cassidy make your way through the crowd of well-wishers toward the reception hall. The room is decorated in shades of white and gold, echoing the elegance of your bride. As you enter arm-in-arm, everyone turns to look at you, their faces alight with happiness and pride.

The rest of the night passes in a blur of laughter, dancing, and celebration.

Later that night, as you lie together in the embrace of your newly-made bed, Cassidy looks up at you with a contented smile. "Thank you," she whispers, tracing her fingers along your jawline. "For everything."

You brush a strand of hair back from her face and kiss her forehead softly. "I love you," you say simply, trusting that these three words convey all the depth of feeling you have for her.