The thought of doing this for months - parading around in public with her without any touches or any indication that they were as close as they truly were - was was depressing one, but he would do it if it made February comfortable. Despite reassuring her that he could find a way to make it work if need be, she'd been determined to have a public relationship before tying the know; he supposed he'd have to manage.

(Though, if their public outings continued to prove painful, she might begin to believe he didn't want to marry her. They needed to find something they could do together, where they could be seen but had a better opportunity for privacy, so they might not bore themselves to death - and be able to steal a kiss or two.)

He leaned towards her through the laughs of the crowd.

"I must admit, I'm not really one for plays." Not when the alternative was having her in bed right now. "I might big you goodnight once it's over," he added, his smirk an unspoken message that she was welcome, too.

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