Who knew sharing a room with my best friend would lead to a baby bump…
Listen he is a great guy. I get it, on paper he's perfect. Handsome, smart, and well off.
Totally 'the one' material…for someone else.
To me he's just Drew, one of my best friends, and only a friend.
My focus has always been on raising my sisters, love was never something I had time for.
But now that they are all grown and on their own I admit I'm feeling like an empty nester.
A 30 something, never been married or had children of my own, empty nester.
That sounds way worse than it is.
I'm happy with my life, well at least I was until I took Drew as my plus one to my sister's wedding and had to pretend to be his girlfriend so his ex wouldn't ruin the entire trip.
We may have taken our rouse a little too far, but I have to admit being wrapped up in the sheets with him was better than I ever could have imagined.
Okay, so maybe I've had a bit of a crush on him before this, but I had it under control. Everything was fine until his tasty lips touched mine.
When his ex exposes some secrets with the proof to back it up I'm left not knowing who to believe.
Or if I should reveal a little secret of my own.
