We turn the corner and Allie suddenly nudges me, stopping in her tracks. I glance at her, confused, until she tilts her head forward.
My heart skips. Braydon’s walking toward us, his usual lazy grin in place.
Oh, right. We were supposed to meet today.
Yesterday, he got me Chinese takeout, drove me back to my dorm, and handed me a literal list of things we had to do as a couple. The guy’s serious about this fake-dating thing for someone who swore off relationships.
But then again, I can’t exactly say I’ve been sticking to all my own rules either.
“Hey, Peach,” he drawls as he reaches us. Before I can answer, he takes my bag and books from me like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “You look exhausted… and cute.”
Allie fawns beside me, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.
“Ho
