Stolen by Nephew

My nephew begged me to be his fake girlfriend for his class reunion. And honestly? I was shocked when his whole class actually bought it. They even started egging him on to get all touchy-feely with me right then and there...

"Aunt Olivia, you have to help me out. Just this once. Pretend you're my girlfriend—make me look good in front of everybody. Please?"

Liam Anderson slid over from the next couch and grabbed my arm, his voice full of pleading.

Pretend to be his girlfriend?

I wasn't so sure.

Seeing my hesitation, his eyes got all wide and desperate.

"Come on, Aunt Olivia, say yes."

He wrapped his arms around me and buried his face against my chest.

"You're the most beautiful woman I know. You'll totally blow my friends away. I already told them I had a smoking hot girlfriend—don't make me look like a liar."

My husband chuckled from his chair, clearly amused.

"You've got some nerve, kid. Asking your aunt to be your pretend date."

I felt my cheeks flush—partly annoyed at my husband's laid-back reaction, partly flustered by how close Liam was getting.

The kid was nuzzling against me, his head brushing places that sent a jolt straight through me.

Liam had grown up—tall, athletic, exactly the kind of handsome young guy that made you look twice.

He was wearing a basketball jersey that showed off those toned arms, and every time he moved, his hands grazed my skin just enough to make my heart skip.

Trying to play it cool, I shot my husband a look.

"What kind of idea is that? I can't pretend to be our nephew's girlfriend."

But Liam didn't back off. If anything, he leaned in closer.

"Aunt Olivia, you're not that much older than me. You're gorgeous—and you've got that whole mature vibe going on. You'll own the room. Please?"

He looked up, his chin nearly resting against my stomach, his eyes locked on mine.

And the way he was staring—right at the curves my clothes couldn't hide—made me wonder if he had something else in mind.

Surprisingly, my husband didn't seem bothered at all. He even egged him on.

"Alright, fine. Take your aunt with you. But behave yourself, or you'll have me to deal with."

"No worries, Uncle Noah. Dinner's on me. I'll be a perfect gentleman."

Liam's hands slid around my waist as he happily rubbed his face against me again.

Next thing I knew, he lifted me right up—right in front of my husband. I'm pretty petite, so it wasn't hard for him.

"Thanks, Uncle! Hehe. Aunt Olivia, you're all mine now."

My husband just laughed and got up from the couch.

"I'm heading to bed."