I've been to a million parties with my crush, but he's never acted on it til now.
Ford Malone could have any woman in Chicago, so why fake a relationship with me?
The world knows him as the heir to a real estate fortune, but to me he'll always be my best friend, the man who saved me from my bullies as a boy.
I'm as surprised as anyone when he announces our engagement, but I'll play along.
Nothing has to change except the way we behave--the way we touch--in public.
But his private touches change everything.
Soon the crush I've hidden for so long is threatening to swallow me whole.
If I tell him how I feel, it could ruin our friendship forever.
But if I don't, it might just ruin me.
How many lies can we tell each other before our truth is buried for good?
