Forced Proximity book boyfriends

It's fake. The plan was airtight. Nobody planned for him meaning it.

He has exactly one soft spot, and it's you, and he's furious about it.

Your parents told you to stay away from the boy house-sitting next door. He heard them. He grinned.

"You weren't supposed to see that." - him, at 3 a.m., in your kitchen, with blood at the corner of his mouth.

Craigslist roulette gave you a nemesis. The thin wall isn't helping.

He hasn't spoken to another soul in years. He decided in one heartbeat that you were his to keep alive.

Passive-aggressive notes, stolen parking, and a wall too thin to hide the truth.

Here to fix the apartment. Somehow he keeps fixing your day.

Sworn enemies, one champagne toast away from a mistake.

One cabin, two beds suddenly one, a whole friend group watching.

Wrong address, right person, six months of doorstep conversations.

Forty minutes, one stuck elevator, the neighbor you've avoided for a year.

Here "for a week." It's been a month. You complain less than you say.

The booking site lied about the second bed. He's not even a little sorry.

One cabin, one storm, one man you can't stand. The fireplace isn't helping.

Two strangers, one ring, six months of pretending that stopped feeling fake.

Leaky faucet, jammed door, broken heart - he's working on the list.

Forty emails, zero eye contact, one shared deadline that changes everything.

Thin walls, beautiful problem. He plays softer when he knows you're listening.

Noise complaint number nine. He started playing your favorite song.