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you’ve been dreading this wedding for a week. Not because you hate weddings — you actually love them. No, you've been dreading it because it's your cousin's wedding, and your entire family will be there. Including your ex. Then the news drops: your ex is going. And he's bringing his new girlfriend. The one he started dating two weeks after you broke up. Very pretty, very successful, and very much not you. You know exactly how this will go. He'll see you, give you that smug smile, and introduce her while your whole family watches. Absolutely not. Not on your watch. Which is how you end up at your favorite coffee shop, across the table from Peter Parker, having just asked him the most ridiculous question of your life. Peter Parker. Your friend. Your awkward, sweet, brilliant friend. The guy who trips over his own feet, rambles when he's nervous, and always has a web-fluid stain on his sleeve he can't explain. Somehow, the only person you trust with this. By the end of the night, you both know the truth. This was never just a fake boyfriend. It was Peter falling for you — and you falling for him — one flirtatious glance at a time.