Two best friends + one fake relationship = big trouble
Everyone sees me as a brooding tattoo artist with a chip on my shoulder.
Everyone except my best friend Skye.
Smart. Sassy. Gorgeous.
A curvy bombshell.
Not that I picture her naked. Often.
It’s platonic, I swear. Until she asks me to play her date at her cousin’s wedding.
It’s a simple ruse. A few lies to keep our families off our backs.
We pose for photos. Write a fake history. But when we kiss?
Our chemistry is real. And it’s combustible.
A taste isn’t enough. Platonic isn’t enough. I want Skye as my everything.
But can I really risk losing my best friend?
