I thought I had Oliver Van Doren all figured out.

The Railers' star forward with the charm of a devil, the discipline of a toddler, and a talent for creating messes I always get stuck cleaning up. We're barely friends and definitely better off pretending the sexual tension humming between us isn't combustible.

It's the only explanation for how one moment of weakness turns into a night I can't forget.

And the worst part? I can't stop.

It's too damn good.

Two pink lines change everything.

Suddenly I'm living with the one man who knows exactly how to get under my skin. Only Oliver isn't who I thought he was. He's patient. Attentive. Protective. And somehow, day by day, he makes it impossible to pretend he's not everything I've been too terrified to want.

Now I can't help wondering if what started as a mistake…

Might just be the beginning of forever.