All my past lovers have said the same thing: I’m a terrible boyfriend. It’s true. I’m dedicated to my friends, work, and running, in that order.
Between shift work, a strict training schedule, and little free time, I leave myself with little energy for dating. Which is perfectly fine until I meet Oliver.
He’s gorgeous and easy to talk to, but he’s also on a date with my best friend’s crush. Not the best circumstances to start a relationship.
I know better than to get involved with anyone, but someone who is enemy number one among my best friends is definitely a no-go. The problem? I can’t seem to get Oliver off my mind or out of my bed.
