Am I making a mistake moving in with my brother and his hot best friend? Most definitely!

Did my heart start pounding when I saw him in his towel?

No comment.

Did I get all dolled up for what I thought was a date that ended up being a work event?

Can the earth swallow me up now, please?

Oliver Rose has been in my life since I was seven. As my brother’s best friend, he was at my house more often than not. And I loved having him around. In fact, I even had a secret crush on him. Even though he was four years older than me, that didn’t stop me from daydreaming. Until I turned 17 and he broke my heart. I swore I would never interact with him again. And I didn’t. But now, it’s five years later and I’m graduating college and I’m all out of options.

With no job and no prospects, my parents have stated I can move back home or to New York to live with my brother. Obviously, New York is the better option, but my brother's roommate is Oliver. Oliver with the gray-blue eyes that have haunted my dreams. Oliver with the kissable lips that smirk whenever they see me. Oliver with the steely tongue that lives to boss me around. I’ve told myself that I’m older now. I’m not going to let him bother me.

But then he picks me up at the airport and I know that staying away from him is going to be a lot harder than I thought.

Oliver Rose isn’t happy that I’ve been ignoring him for years and now he’s determined to make me his. But the jokes on him because I’m never going to fall for him again.