Savannah’s sister is marrying the man who broke her heart. To survive the wedding, she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. But as pretend kisses start to feel real, Savannah must choose—keep the act going, or risk everything for the man who’s been by her side all along.
Alyssa chimed in, her voice surprisingly earnest, “You can take mine if you want.” Roman stepped forward, his hand finding mine, anchoring me in the moment. “Now we have even more reasons to cuddle, love,” he joked, a playful glint in his eyes. His light-hearted comment popped the tension like a needle piercing an inflated…
But why did it feel so unbelievably good? I couldn’t pinpoint when the innocent practice morphed into something far more intimate, but the line was blurring rapidly-and Roman wasn’t making any move to stop it. It all began with a simple kiss, a mere mock run-through of our fake-date script. Roman leaned in, brushing my…
The room fell silent for a heartbeat. “Lizzie?” I raised an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto my lips as I watched her flounder in the chaos she had stumbled into. “Oh. Oh no. I didn’t see anything. Carry on. Act like I wasn’t here,” Lizzie declared, her hands flapping dramatically as she began to back…
Alyssa let out a snort of laughter, clearly amused. Roman leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he murmured, “Well? You want to tell them, love?” A wave of exhilaration washed over me, realizing he was giving me the reins this time. “Next spring,” I replied quickly, my voice steady. “A small wedding.…
“Are you serious?” Chloe blinked, taken aback. “I don’t need defending,” I muttered, my fork stabbing another piece of asparagus with unnecessary force. “Of course not,” Roman said gently, his tone softening. “But I’m not doing it for you. I’m doing it for me. It offends my sense of taste to watch someone insult you.”…
“C’mon, Sav,” he coaxed, a teasing glint in his eyes. “I am not sharing a bed with you if you’re going to be completely naked, Roman,” I insisted, my resolve hardening. “You know I can’t stand sleeping in clothes,” he retorted, a playful pout forming on his lips. “And you know I can’t stand someone…
I hissed, “Shut up.” My mom’s voice chimed in again, far too cheerful and completely oblivious. “Chloe and Dean want to take you two out for brunch sometime, for a double date. They said they want to catch up. What do you think?” The tension in the room shifted, morphing into something new as I…
Chloe swung open the bedroom door with a flourish, as if revealing a grand performance. I hesitated at the threshold, my heart racing. What lay before me was a transformation I hadn’t anticipated. Gone was the familiar comfort of my own space. Instead, a massive photograph dominated the wall, capturing a moment that felt both…
Our eyes locked, and the tension between us snapped like a taut rubber band. Then, in a swift movement, he backed me against the wall of the pool, his hands gripping my waist with a possessive strength. “You’re playing dangerous,” he murmured, his breath warm against my neck. “Just giving them a show,” I replied,…
I swam closer, erasing the distance between us, his smirk deepening with every inch I closed. “Yeah,” I whispered, my voice low. “You’re right. I actually came here with a plan.” Dean’s eyes lit up, a mix of cockiness and intrigue flooding his expression, completely buying into whatever fantasy he had spun in his head.…