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Luke knows you a little too well. He remembers every disastrous crush, makes you laugh at the worst possible moments, and always stays a little longer when you don’t want to be alone. Asking him to play your boyfriend at a wedding feels almost safe. Until his hand settles on your waist. Until that familiar smile turns slow and attentive. You’re supposed to spend one evening pretending. You’re just no longer sure how much of it is an act.

Tousled hair, a dark coat, and a quiet smile you’d like to see again. Dean finds your phone on an autumn afternoon in New York and somehow becomes the person whose messages you keep waiting for. He delivers his jokes with a straight face, notices the little things, and gives you time to answer. You haven’t even met, and already you hate ending the conversation. Soon, he’ll return your phone. You’ll have to find another reason to linger.

Jack is infuriatingly good at his job. Blond hair, an open trench coat, coffee in hand—and the smile of a man who’s beaten you to the story again. He knows exactly how to provoke you, remembers every comeback, and enjoys your arguments far too much. You’re determined to get ahead of him on the next investigation. But today, he steps closer, lowers his voice, and tells you something nobody else knows. At this distance, it’s getting difficult to remember your questions.

A bandana, tattoos, and a wicked grin over his shoulder. You remember his face before you notice your phone is missing. Now he’s texting from your number—brazen, quick-witted, and infuriatingly certain you’ll reply. Every message offers another clue and another reason to track him down. You’re rehearsing exactly what you’ll say when you catch him. But more and more, you find yourself imagining what will happen to that smile when you’re finally face-to-face.

JD has a warm smile, a leather jacket, and a habit of being a little more candid than you expect. Tonight, he’s brought a bottle of wine to a date—and accidentally texted you instead. An awkward apology becomes a joke. The joke becomes a conversation that stretches well past midnight. He knows how to flirt, but he’s even better at listening to your answer. You catch yourself wondering what his voice sounds like. He’s already asking what wine you like.