He smiled at me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Alright, deal, whatever you want.. but how long are we looking at?" "Four months. It's half of eight and eight is a reasonable number from twelve, because twelve months is a long time. And ooh, I read on a post once that after liking someone for four months you either fall inlove or stop liking them.. all from various reasons... but that doesn't actually apply to us because we are friends..." I looked up at him, as I removed his arms from my waist and set them down by his side. He smirked at me. "Four months it is."

When Harper Williams moved to New York City to become a writer, she imagined herself living like Carrie Bradshaw -sex, men, and a few good girlfriends to laugh the night away. Two years in and all she's left with is the harsh realities of living in the city. Working for a low-run trashy gossip site, Harper has given up on love in New York. However, one night with a stranger has Harper questioning everything.