I came in for coffee and left with a fiancée.
Let me back up.
First, I got coffee. Then Mina kissed me. And damn—turns out the woman kisses like she means it.
Then she dropped a bigger bomb: she needs me to pretend to be her doting fiancé. Something about her aunt’s dance studio and a weird inheritance clause. It’s just a temporary gig for a few weeks. Only problem? I’m not exactly what her upper-crust family had in mind.
Yeah. This should be interesting.
Still, the more they protest, the more I lean into it. I’ve always enjoyed proving people wrong—and let’s be real. How can I say no to Mina?
By the time I leave One More Page with my brew, I’m fake engaged and moving in with the one woman I should absolutely not want.
A roommate who steals my hoodies and struts around in the shortest shorts ever made.
A roommate with knockout legs and big, innocent eyes that are asking for trouble.
A roommate who wants me to teach her everything she’s never experienced.
She’s twelve years younger. She’s off-limits. And she’s making this way too damn hard.
But the worst part?
I want to be the one she learns with. The one she chooses.
Mina has dreams bigger than Sparkwood—bigger than us. And I already know how this story ends.
I just don’t know how to let her go.
