I came in for coffee and left with a fiancée. Let me back up. First, I got coffee. Then Mina kissed me. And damn—turns out the woman kisses like she means it. Then she drops a bigger bomb—she needs me to act the part of her doting fiancé. Something about inheriting her aunt’s beloved dance studio. It’s a temporary gig for a few weeks. Only trouble? I’m not at all what her upper crust family has in mind. Yeah, this should be interesting. Still, the more her family protests, the more I lean into this whole fake engagement arrangement. I’ve always liked proving people wrong—and besides, how can I say no to Mina? By the time I leave One More Page with my brew, I’m fake engaged and shacking up with the one woman I should absolutely not want. A roommate who steals my hoodies and struts around in the shortest shorts ever created. A roommate with knockout legs and big, innocent eyes that ask for trouble. A roommate who wants me to teach her everything she’s never experienced. She’s twelve years younger. She’s off-limits. She’s making this way too damn hard. And worst of all? I want to be the one she learns with. The one she chooses. But Mina has dreams bigger than Sparkwood, bigger than us. And the worst part? I already know how this story ends. I just don’t know how to let her go.