Beckett Harlow is a player. He’s incapable of keeping a girl longer than a week. A commitment phobe.

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He’s my best friend.

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I’ve known him forever and a day, so when an innocent joke leads people to believe we’re engaged, Beckett wants to use the opportunity to get my mom off my back and prove to his exes that he’s capable of being in a serious relationship. 

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Everything goes according to plan until faking it unearths feelings I thought I’d buried years ago, and the longer we pretend, the harder they are to hide.

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Telling him the truth could ruin our friendship.

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Because if there’s one thing I’m certain of, it’s that Beckett would chase every random girl to the ends of the Earth and back again, but never me.

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He’d never fall for me.