Nothing to lose

Nothing to lose

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My best friend Greyson McNamara and I have been partners in crime for a while now. Pranks, sneaking out to go to parties, joy riding in our parents' cars, all that crazy teen stuff, we made a pact to do together. And surprise surprise, dating each other was never on that list. I mean it's not like Grey is a bad looking guy or anything. Wink wink. Now back to that no dating thing. For years, we heard about how we would be a cute couple and how we are perfect for each other. Of course, we always laughed it off until one day we didn't. Our senior year has ended with two back to back breakups and all we can think is that we have nothing to lose. That includes us thinking that it can't hurt to try to date each other for the summer before college. We made a promise to each other that we'll stay friends no matter what. Like I said we have nothing to lose. But what if I'm wrong?
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Romance Trope: fake dating. When he offers to be my fake fiancé to get my parents off my back, I don't take into consideration what could happen once we start acting the part of being in a relationship. It feels like a safe plan since it's Finn, the goofy playboy not looking for anything serious, but the more layers I peel back, the more I discover about the real man hiding behind the sarcasm and witty retorts. And when we decide to take the relationship into the bedroom, stripping off more than just our clothes, I find it harder and harder to protect myself. The only control I seem to have is my one rule: no kissing. But I have a confession: I maybe, kind of, sort of (read: really fucking badly) want him to kiss me. Once that final barrier is breached, though, then what? Surely the fake status of our relationship can't be more than just that - fake. Right? [This is BOOK THREE of the WITH YOU series, a small town romance series set in Minnesota about the lives of the dysfunctional, blended Anderson family - with an interwoven mystery built into the background that spans the entirety of the series.]

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