We faked a marriage for FEMA housing… and now I’m sharing a futon with my high school crush. Noa doesn’t even remember me.Back then, he was the baseball golden boy. I was just a dancer he helped once—without a second glance. Now he’s back. Wounded, brooding, and offering a fake marriage to keep us bothContinueContinue reading “Sweet Small Town Forced Proximity Romance”
Sophie Toovey 