A promise

She turned and grinned at him, her lips so close to his that he could kiss her with just one slight movement. Just as he started to make that move, she stepped back.

"Don't worry, I will," she said. "But you're good so far. Plus, I'd be a pretty shitty fake girlfriend if I didn't let you touch me."

He put his arm back around her waist.

"I would never say such a thing about the best fake girlfriend I've ever had," he said.

As he handed her a glass of champagne, she said, "Oh, and by the way, when did you start calling me 'Hyde'?"

He looked up from his bourbon. "Well, I thought about 'Stellie,' but you don't strike me as much of a 'Stelli'."

She smiled at him over her champagne glass in a way that made him step closer.

"Excellent instincts there. Only my sister can call me that. I'll allow 'Hyde' for the time being."

He stepped closer to her. "I promise I won't do anything you don't like. Cross my heart. Deal?"