In all the years I loved Joshua Luca, he never knew it.
My infatuation with him led to some stupid decisions, so I swore off my teenage crush and forgot about him.
But our mums are still best friends and when I’m forced back to London, without me knowing, they arrange for me to stay with him.
Joshua hasn’t lost his swagger, his charm, or those oh-so-perfect lips that I’ve imagined kissing so many times. He takes me under his wing, helps me flat-hunt, and even coaches me through some dates.
Until his coaching starts to feel a lot like actual dating and my crush is back with a vengeance.
I know that loving Joshua leads to disaster but I can’t help but wonder whether the way he looks at me has changed and whether when we kiss, it feels as real to him as it does to me.