I saw her first.
Blonde. Gorgeous. Feisty.
I was captivated.
But it doesn’t matter because hours later, she walks out of my roommate’s bedroom half naked, and I know I’ve lost my chance.
Now, we’re forced to live together and constantly bicker about everything. Though I purposely get under her skin, I can’t stop thinking about her in all the wrong ways. I should move out so I can get over my feelings, but the selfish part of me can’t let go.
When her boyfriend and my best friend tragically dies, we’re left to grieve together. Instead of pushing her away, I pull her closer.
Just as we come to terms with our new reality, she finds out she’s expecting.
Her religious parents will never accept a pregnancy out of wedlock, so to avoid disappointing them, I offer to be her fake husband. Touching, kissing, sharing a bed—it’s torture on my heart, but I ignore the guilt and play along.
As the lines blur between real and fake, I finally confess I’m not pretending.
But she’s not ready to admit the same.
I’m in love with my best friend’s girlfriend, but she can never be mine.