There’s a pause, then Braydon says clearly, “Katy’s not my girlfriend yet.”
His response punches the air out of me. My stomach sinks and I stare down at my boots like they’ve suddenly become the most fascinating thing in the world. It’s not like I expected him to blow off a random hookup just to protect our fake relationship. I mean… that would be insane. Right?
“I’m still trying to win her heart,” he adds, and my head snaps up so fast my neck almost cracks.
“What?” the girl blurts, confusion dripping from her voice. “I don’t understand. Are you…”
“What I’m saying is that I don’t date,” Braydon cuts in smoothly, not missing a beat. “But for Katy, I’ll make an exception. So, are we done here?”
Silence follows, thick and awkward. I’m sitting on the bed, trying to process, while my cheek
