Annabel's POV
I stood by the door long after Justin left, my hand still resting on the knob like maybe if I held it long enough, I could rewind time to ask him the questions I’d been too stunned to say out loud. The silence in my apartment was deafening now, heavy with the weight of everything that had just happened.
"Yes, I'll pretend to be your girlfriend."
Those words continued to ring in my head like they were hunting me. I couldn't believe I had uttered those words. He wanted me to pretend to be his girlfriend. Justin wanted me to be his fake girlfriend! I blinked. This felt like a dream.
Dazed, I walked back into the living room, my eyes landing on the notes scattered across the coffee table. The outline of my novel was still halfway done, and the fictional Justin I'd been shapin
