I’m faking a relationship with my best friend. What could possibly go wrong?
Skye is my best friend. I trust her with my life. So, when she asks me to play her boyfriend, I say, "Hell, no!" Love screws everything up. And I’m not about to lose the only person who gets me. But Skye is determined. She’s bringing a fake boyfriend to her cousin’s wedding, with or without me.
No way am I letting some other guy hold her, touch her, kiss her. It has to be me. It’s strange, smiling like I’m madly in love. But it’s easy, wrapping my arms around her curvy body. It’s easy, dragging my lips over her soft neck.
And when she kisses me? It’s easy, realizing she’s the only thing I need.
I have five weeks of faking it. Five weeks to convince my best friend our fake love is real.