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.
“Do you need a hug, Sav?” she asked, her eyes softening as she shot me a sideways glance. I nodded, the simple gesture feeling like a lifeline. She enveloped me in her arms, and I surrendered to the moment, allowing myself to feel all the emotions that had been bottled up inside. “Damn, you reek…
His words hung in the air, feeling strangely disconnected from the conversation we were having. There was something raw and primal flickering in his eyes, a fire that made my heart race. We stood there, suspended in a moment that felt both electric and terrifying. “So… that’s it?” I asked, my voice barely above a…
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment at being caught staring. “That’s not funny, Roman. Don’t make jokes when you’ve just completely shattered the last shred of sanity I was clinging to,” I shot back, trying to regain my composure. He leaned casually against the nightstand, unfazed. “You’re still talking, so I’m guessing that sanity wasn’t all…
“Well, well,” he whispered, a teasing lilt in his voice. “Someone’s drenched. Guess sleep turns you on, hm?” His other hand tightened around my breast, squeezing with an intensity that made me bite down hard on the inside of my cheek to stifle the whimper threatening to escape. Every nerve ending in my body ignited…
The recollection hit me like a bolt of lightning, igniting a deep-seated anger that throbbed in my temples. My fists clenched at my sides, the familiar heat of rage flooding my veins. Chloe was the first to shatter the tense silence. “Well? Aren’t you going to thank my fiancé for saving your ass?” Her voice…
His gaze snapped to Chloe, a storm brewing in his eyes. “Are you out of your mind? Why the hell would you shove her?” He raised his voice slightly, frustration evident in his tone. Chloe stood her ground, arms crossed defiantly. “She tried to hit Dean first. I was just defending my fiancé.” Roman’s eyes…
“Protect me?! What do you mean by protecting me?! You made me look like a liar!” But even as I hit him, he seized my other wrist, pinning both of my hands against his chest as if I were a helpless child throwing a tantrum. Then he stepped closer, pressing his body against mine, a…
“Roman!” I struggled against him, but my body was already betraying me. The heat in my core flared, fueled by the way he held me-tight, commanding, utterly overwhelming. His breath was hot against my ear, a heady mix of passion and intensity. I could smell him-sweat, heat, and that unmistakable scent that was purely Roman.…
“Don’t you want to find something out, Sav?” he asked, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. I nodded cautiously, “Yes.” “Then let’s play a game… like old times,” Roman suggested, his voice low and enticing as he adjusted the belt binding my wrists above my head. “Remember that game you used to hustle me…
It was official. The New Hope effect had come upon my best friend, and I was caught in the middle of it all. “You give up?” he laughed, that infuriatingly charming laugh that always got under my skin. “Game on, bestie.” “First question, Sav?” “Ask away, Roman.” “Who is Professor Kingston?” The words hung in…