”Fake proposal. Real consequences. Unforgettable heat.”
Dean I’ve been in love with Liz for six years and never said a word. Best friends don’t cross that line, especially when she’s never given any indication she feels the same way.
That hurts, but it is what it is. Then I watch her sister humiliate her at a destination wedding—in front of everyone— and I just snap.
With eyes on us, I grab my grandmother’s ring, drop to one knee, and propose on the spot. Fake proposal, fake engagement. Except … it doesn’t feel fake when I’m kissing her.
Doesn’t feel like performance when she’s in my arms.
And when we cross lines we swore we wouldn’t cross, when “just once” turns into something neither of us can walk away from, I realize I’m completely screwed.
Unless I find the courage to tell her the truth … that nothing about this has ever been fake for me.
