“Hey bro,” Miles says, glancing between Grey and Sophie, not nearly as surprised as he should be. I nudge him with my elbow, my smile threatening to crack, and he lets out a long, suffering sigh like he’s the only one fed up with this mess.
Did he really think I wanted to do this? But how else am I supposed to make Grey jealous if he doesn’t see us together?
Grey’s warm smile shifts from me to Miles and doesn't fade. “Hey Miles. I didn’t know you were going out on a date with Freya.”
“She literally barged in this morning demanding it,” he starts, but I cough, cutting him off with a sharp whisper.
“Shut up. Are you insane?” I hissed at him under my breath.
He doesn’t even glance at me, just shrugs me off and strolls around the table to sit next to Grey, zero tact, like always.
“Freya
