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The Arrangement We Faked

You are standing in a foggy, rain-drenched parking lot holding a red rose you didn't buy yourself, cheeks burning, waiting for a boy the entire school wrote off three weeks ago. The deal was simple: two weeks, convincing enough to fool the student council, then back to your separate invisible lives. But Declan Voss just stepped out of that battered little car with an expression that looks nothing like someone running a transaction — and everything like someone who has been waiting for this exact moment for a very long time.