I did something super embarrassing with the hottest guy I've ever seen. It was a total accident. The only upside is he was a stranger. We'll never cross paths again, what a relief… is what I WOULD say if Mr. Mystery Tight Pants weren't staying in the same AirBnB as me. Crap. This was supposed to be a trip of a lifetime in London with my closest friends. Instead it's turning into a bad romantic comedy where I can't stop blushing around my unwanted roomie. And worse? I'm crazy attracted to him. But I've never been with anyone. Like, ever ever. Can sparks fly with a stranger? Or am I about to embarrass myself all over again?