Roxy's POV

“You’re good for me, you know that?”

I looked up from my coffee to see Daniel smiling at me as he stirred sugar into his cup.

“That’s a strange thing to say about someone you’re only pretending to date.”

“Am I pretending?” He glanced at me over his cup. “Because I could have sworn we had a good time at dinner last night.”

“We did.”

“And you seemed to enjoy yourself the last time we went out, too.”

I sighed. “You’re not making this easier.”

“I’m not trying to.” His smile faded a little. “Roxy, I know we only started doing this because our parents wanted us to....