Levi
Fake dating my ex-fiancée's sister? What could possibly go wrong?
Quinn Sullivan is the one I've always wanted but could only have behind closed doors—and she's definitely the last person I should be tangled up with now. She's off limits, untouchable . . . and also happens to be my coach's niece.
After one steamy night and a very bad idea, we're suddenly fake dating. For appearances, we say. Totally under control.
Except nothing about Quinn has ever been under control. Not when she looks at me like that. Not when she kisses me like we've never ended. Not when pretending starts to feel a whole lot like the real thing.
This was supposed to be fake. No strings. No feelings.
But for once, I'm betting it all. Because this fake relationship? It's the realest thing l've ever felt.
Fake dating my ex-fiancée's sister? What could possibly go wrong?
Quinn Sullivan is the one I've always wanted but could only have behind closed doors—and she's definitely the last person I should be tangled up with now. She's off limits, untouchable . . . and also happens to be my coach's niece.
After one steamy night and a very bad idea, we're suddenly fake dating. For appearances, we say. Totally under control.
Except nothing about Quinn has ever been under control. Not when she looks at me like that. Not when she kisses me like we've never ended. Not when pretending starts to feel a whole lot like the real thing.
This was supposed to be fake. No strings. No feelings.
But for once, I'm betting it all. Because this fake relationship? It's the realest thing l've ever felt.
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Fake dating my ex-fiancée's sister? What could possibly go wrong?
Quinn Sullivan is the one I've always wanted but could only have behind closed doors—and she's definitely the last person I should be tangled up with now. She's off limits, untouchable . . . and also happens to be my coach's niece.
After one steamy night and a very bad idea, we're suddenly fake dating. For appearances, we say. Totally under control.
Except nothing about Quinn has ever been under control. Not when she looks at me like that. Not when she kisses me like we've never ended. Not when pretending starts to feel a whole lot like the real thing.
This was supposed to be fake. No strings. No feelings.
But for once, I'm betting it all. Because this fake relationship? It's the realest thing l've ever felt.
