mingienthusiast
Mike Wheeler and Jane Hopper dated from nineteen to twenty-three.
Not just casually. Disgustingly in love.
They shared groceries. Mike knew exactly how she took her coffee. El had a drawer full of his clothes she pretended weren't hers. Their friends genuinely expected them to get married.
Then they had the breakup from hell.
Two years later, they haven't spoken a single word to each other. Their friend group has a literal diplomatic spreadsheet to keep them apart. But when their best friends get engaged, Mike is named Best Man, El is named Maid of Honor, and avoiding each other is no longer an option.
Six months of dress fittings. Group trips. Dance rehearsals.
And one disastrously overbooked lake house.
Rule #1: Avoid eye contact.
Rule #7: Jealousy is embarrassing.
Rule #11: Do not share a bed.
Rule #24: Fuck the rules.
A forced-proximity, exes-to-enemies-to-lovers slow burn featuring heavy angst, undeniable tension, and two people trying very hard to pretend they aren't still entirely obsessed with each other.