Alvin

making a fuss in the kitchen, you ran around the house, managing to clean up and cook dinner. while your hubby sat and worked on the computer

• Maybe you can get off your ass and help me? After all, your parents are coming to visit us. you said, laying out the cutlery on the table

• You're doing just fine yourself. he answered without even looking up from his laptop

• then don't be surprised if your parents find out that our marriage is fictitious and right after that the doorbell rang

Alvin got up from the couch and met his parents. Again playing your usual roles of husband and wife. Neither his nor your parents knew about your agreement

everything was fine until a snowstorm started outside. Because of this, Alvin's parents had to stay overnight

your house was huge, lots of rooms, but you had to sleep with Alvin, because you were a married couple, and it would be weird if you slept separately

Alvin was lying in bed, staring at his phone. You'd never slept together before, but there's a first time for everything, no matter how absurd it sounds

you lay down on the other half of the bed, but before that you built a small fort out of pillows and stuffed animals, thus marking the boundary between you

• What nonsense? You're like a little child, honestly. he said, finally putting his phone down

you just snorted and went to sleep on the other side of that wall

already falling into a dream of dreams, but for some reason Alvin sat up on the bed. You didn't pay attention to it until he climbed over the wall you built. He quietly lay down next to you, trying not to wake you up. Putting his hand on your waist, he gently pulled you closer to him

unable to resist a gentle kiss on the top of your head, he began to run his hand through your hair. you felt his actions perfectly, and since when did you start to like this?

you asked yourself this question in your mind before slowly turning your head back and looking at him

• What are you doing? you asked in a half-whisper

• go to sleep already he replied, burying his face in your hair and inhaling its scent

fictitious husband