My Bestie’s Ex: The Rooftop Crew, Book 1

I can t borrow him. He s not a sweater or a skirt. He s not even her favorite dress – the lucky one she wears on first dates. The one she probably wore on her first date with him. In my defense, I didn t know who he was. To me, he was a cool, calm, confident stranger. He was perfection for the entire hour-and-a-half train ride, while the concrete jungle turned into a rolling green landscape. To an outsider, we probably appeared more friends than hopeful lovers. But my blush came quickly, and his dimples indented with every smile. We definitely shared a spark of what could be. Too bad I didn t know who he was before I fell for him, because he can t be mine.

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