Faking Forever With My Hockey Roommate
I was supposed to be planning a wedding. Instead I'm living in my cousin's spare room, sharing a kitchen with a man who leaves his protein shakers in the sink and sings off-key at seven in the morning, and somehow — somehow — I agreed to be his girlfriend. God, not for real. It was just for the cameras, for his management, for the thirty-day arrangement we both signed off on like two adults who had their emotions completely under control. Niko Volkov is not my type. He's too much, too loud, too easy with that smile, takes up every inch of a room and somehow still has the nerve to look at me like I'm the interesting one. Callum thought I wasn't enough. He said I was soft and small and lucky t