Rosalind and I have had a BFF Chip since 7th grade—the ultimate best friend favor. At age 25, Ros calls in her chip.
Her little brother lands in an hour.
And he needs a place to crash.
For more than one night.
No problem, right?
I pick Patrick up at LAX, expecting the same slight and nerdy boy I last saw in high school. He's still a nerd—new IT job—but all grown up and more gorgeous than any best friend's little brother has a right to be.
When he walks around my apartment in only a towel, it’s difficult to keep seeing him as only a friend.
Ros completely bails on us, so I propose pooling our money into a two-bedroom and officially becoming roommates. He’s polite, sweet, clean, and cooks.
What could go wrong?
I could fall in love with him.
This story is intended for readers over the age of 18 due to adult language, sexual content, and adult situations. West Coast Soulmates #1.5
