I just moved in with my billionaire best friend (and secret crush), Oliver Humphries. He’s the all-star. The jock. The golden boy—and I’m no match. I’m the nerdy, frizzy-haired, not-so-skinny friend. The moment I met him at fourteen, I was in L-O-V-E. I’m under no illusion I stand a chance. Living with him? Not a problem. In fact, it’s a brilliant idea. I’m good at hiding my feelings. Until I play “Truth or Dare” with him. Oh, good grief! Did I just tell him I want him to be my first?