I Don’t Date My Best Friend

‘That was when I peeked from under the covers. He had entered wearing a towel. When he dropped it heat washed through me.’

Imagine asking your best friend to pretend to be your fiancé, realizing you’re in love with him, and then having to share the bed with him every night.

___

My whole life my mother told me I would never find love. So when my university’s hot, rich, starting quarterback asked me to marry him, this girl said yes.

We had only been dating for 2 weeks.

By the 3rd week, he had shattered my heart.

Maybe I shouldn’t have made a big deal about bringing him to the next family get together.

Luckily, there was one person who could always fix things when a guy left me in pieces, my best friend, Titus. He was my rock. That’s why I asked him to come home with me to pretend to be my fiancé.

It didn’t even matter that Titus had a chiseled body and we would have to share a bed. He was my best friend… my rippling, woodsy-smelling, sleeping-half-naked best friend.

Wait, was I going to screw things up with him like I did all guys?

No! Titus was too important to me.

But feeling his muscular arms slip around me in the moonlight, how could I not risk it all?

There had to be a way to turn my best friend into my happily-ever-after without ruining everything. What was it? And could I do it without breaking my heart?