“Love at First Flush.” Perfect title if our love story ever becomes a book.
I met Ivy when she was hiding from her ex and I was dodging my mother.
Before I even saw her face, I was hooked—by her innocence, her laugh, the way she saw me beneath the cocky armor.
Not the hockey star, not the Whitmore name. Me.
The connection was real. Our hookup was electric.
When her smug ex mocked her, I blurted out: “I’m her fiancé.”
And just like that, we were fake engaged for the rest of the trip.
Every challenge we tackled together made it harder to pretend.
When I told my sister I fell for her best friend in a bathroom, she said, “You’re kidding.”
When I told Mother to stop matchmaking, she said, “You’re kidding.”
They can wait. Ivy’s all I care about.
Now we’re living together. Laughing. Touching. Falling.
I’m ready to risk everything for a shot at forever.
Got the ring. The speech. The perfect place.
My whole future hangs on her not saying
You’re pucking kidding.
