I've been to a million parties with my crush, but he's never acted on it til now.

Ford Malone could have any woman in Chicago, so why fake a relationship with me?

The world knows him as the heir to a real estate fortune, but to me he'll always be my best friend, the man who saved me from my bullies as a boy.

I'm as surprised as anyone when he announces our engagement, but I'll play along.

Nothing has to change except the way we behave—the way we touch—in public.

But his private touches change everything.

Soon the crush I've hidden for so long is threatening to swallow me whole.

If I tell him how I feel, it could ruin our friendship forever.

But if I don't, it might just ruin me.

How many lies can we tell each other before our truth is buried for good?