They’d been fake dating for exactly six hours. It was Jamie’s idea—Leo’s family reunion-wedding combo, and Leo had shown up alone again. Just say I’m your plus-one, Jamie had shrugged at the airport. We’re friends. It’s not a lie. It was a lie, and they both knew it, because friends didn’t look at each other the way Jamie looked at him when he thought Leo wasn’t paying attention.
“Your cousin is a menace,” Jamie said, his voice low and unhurried. “She told us to ‘get more bubbly from the basement.’ There’s not a single bottle of Prosecco down here.” pwp prompts
A text from his cousin: “Door’s not really locked. You’re welcome. 😘” They’d been fake dating for exactly six hours
No signal. Of course.