Colby smirked as his hand snaked around Marisa’s waist, pulling her close to his side. He wasn’t typically boyfriend material, but when he was offered fifty bucks to pretend to be, the boy was all in. “Smile, babe,” he told her with a playful nudge, posing for a picture that her mother was snapping. It was some sort of family gathering -- an environment that was completely foreign to him -- but he’d managed to make the best of the situation. “Don’t you wanna look cute for our photo?”












