Matt stands beside you, way too close for someone who once told you he’d rather “chew glass than spend time with you.”

But now? His arm’s around your waist and he’s smiling like you’re his favorite person on earth.

All for show.

“Try not to look like you hate me,” he mutters through his teeth, lips barely moving as he waves at someone watching. “You’re supposed to be madly in love with me, remember?”

You force a sweet smile and nudge him hard with your elbow. “Try not to act like such a smug idiot and maybe I’ll consider it.”

He chuckles under his breath, leaning in so only you can hear. “Careful,” he says. “You’re starting to sound like you like me.”

You roll your eyes, but your heart’s racing. Because the problem is… sometimes, you do.