I’ve dated enough women to know exactly what I’m looking for. Apparently, I was wrong. Because the woman who completely wrecks my standards isn’t some supermodel I met at a rooftop bar.
She’s my best friend. The one who bakes muffins, laughs with her whole body, and can keep a secret. The one who knows every embarrassing story my brothers would pay good money to hear.
The one I somehow never noticed had the kind of smile that makes coming home feel different. Now she’s spending the summer working beside me. However, sleeping beside me wasn’t part of the plan.
Neither was realizing I don’t want her going back to the other side of the country. I’ve spent years chasing the next exciting thing.
Turns out forever has been sitting right beside me since second grade. And if I have anything to say about it… She was always meant to be mine.
