LOGINEricka Matthews has been in love with her roommate for two years. The problem? Dominic Anderson made her sign a contract when she moved in: no romance allowed, or she's out. She's respected that boundary, hidden her feelings, and watched him from across the breakfast table every morning without letting on. Then Dominic kisses her. And immediately tells her not to kiss him back. Heartbroken and humiliated, Ericka decides to disappear. She has a backup plan, savings, and an apartment lined up. She'll be gone before he even notices. But when she collapses on campus and ends up in the hospital, Dominic is forced to confront what losing her actually means. The contract gets torn up. Confessions are made. And it turns out their mothers have been running a secret spy network dedicated to getting them together for three years. Now they just have to survive Sunday dinner with both families and Aunt Linda's unopened Christmas presents. A contemporary romance about two idiots who wasted three years pretending to be "just roommates," the meddling families who saw right through them, and the kiss that finally broke all the rules.
View MoreBoth men groaned, but their protests lacked conviction. Ericka knew them too well."Fine," Maxwell conceded. "But I'm making popcorn, and I get the recliner.""Deal," Ericka smiled triumphantly.As Maxwell cleared the breakfast plates, Dominic helped Ericka to her feet. She swayed slightly, still weaker than she wanted to admit. Without hesitation, he scooped her up in his arms again."What are you doing?" she protested, though her arms automatically wound around his neck."Taking you to the couch. Doctor's orders." He carried her to the living room, settling her gently onto the sofa and tucking the throw blanket around her legs. "Comfortable?""I could get used to this," she admitted, snuggling into the cushions."Good. Because I plan on spoiling you for the foreseeable future."From the kitchen, Maxwell made exaggerated gagging noises. "I changed my mind. Horror movies. At least then I'd have an excuse for feeling nauseous."
Back at the apartment, Maxwell emerged from the bathroom, hair damp and clothes changed. He paused in the doorway, observing his sister and best friend at the kitchen table. The way they sat, Ericka leaning slightly into Dominic's space, his hand resting casually on her knee, spoke of an intimacy that had always been there, just beneath the surface. It was strange to see it so openly displayed after years of watching them dance around each other.A part of him wanted to be annoyed. This would complicate things, change the dynamic between the three of them. But the larger part, the part that had watched his sister cry over this man, the part that had listened to Dominic's circular reasoning about why he couldn't act on his feelings, felt only relief."So," he said, dropping into the chair across from them. "What's the plan for today? Because I drove four hours to make sure my sister wasn't dying, and now I'm stuck here until at least tomorrow."Ericka rolled her
"Oh God." Dominic buried his face in his free hand.“Well, your mother isn’t much better,” Erick said, “after all, our mothers are friends and well, when we went Christmas shopping, she joined us about ten minutes in to see how things were going.” She paused again, “She kept offering to buy me clothes and other items to get you to wake up. The shopping bags are still in the corner. I still have to unpack them.”Dominic's head snapped up, his eyes darting to the corner of the living room where, sure enough, several shopping bags sat tucked behind the armchair. He'd walked past them a dozen times without registering what they were."My mother bought you clothes to... seduce me?""She didn't use that word exactly," Ericka said, her cheeks flushing. "She said something about 'helping you see what's right in front of you.' There's this blue dress she insisted would 'bring out my eyes.'"Maxwell was laughing so h
"And I looked at you, really looked at you, and I thought, 'That's us. That's exactly what we've been doing.' Three years of pretending, of making excuses, of hiding behind that contract." He shook his head. "Something just... snapped. I couldn't do it anymore. I had to know what it would feel like to kiss you, even if it ruined everything.""It didn't ruin everything," she said softly."It almost did. If you hadn't collapsed, if Marcus hadn't texted me..." He couldn't finish the thought. "You would have been gone. I would have come home to an empty room and a cancelled lease, and I never would have known..."Ericka reached up, pressing her fingers to his lips. "But that's not what happened. I'm here. We're here."He kissed her fingers, then captured her hand in his. "Promise me something.""What?""Promise me you'll never disappear like that again. If something's wrong, if you're hurting, tell me. Even if you think I'm the one who caused it. Especially then.""I promise." She shifted
He closed the fridge without taking anything and leaned against the counter. This wasn't just about a missed breakfast. Something was wrong. The kiss, his reaction, he'd hurt her more than he realised.His phone buzzed in his pocket. For a moment, his heart leapt, Ericka. But it was just a text fro
It wasn’t just any kiss, it was warm, tender and passionate. Well, so Ericka thought as she opened her eyes to look softly at the man that she had spent almost all of her waking hours with, except for their college classes, as Ericka was an English Major and what the other students called ‘her pseu
He wanted to kiss her again, properly this time, but the hospital setting and her current state held him back. Instead, he brought her hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "Rest now. I'll be right here when you wake up."Ericka's eyes fluttered closed. "Promise?""Promise." He
"Marcus mentioned something else," he said quietly. "A property listing in your bag. You're buying a place?"Ericka's fingers twisted in the thin hospital blanket. "It doesn't matter now.""It matters to me." Dominic leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "Were you planning to leave? Just... disappea
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