My brother's best friend.
The world biggest movie star.
...and my major, epic, unrequited crush.
He needs a cat-sitter in sunny L.A., and I need a place to live after a bad breakup.
Perfect, right? Sure, if you possess any type of self-control.
Spoiler alert: I have none.
This arrangement has trouble written all over it, but warning signs are meant to be ignored. Kind of like clicking on the "I have read and agreed" no one actually reads before clicking.
Problem is, I never did agree to fall so quickly back into love.
Now Adam and I are all grown up. And those rules we needed to abide by in order to keep my brother happy? They're gone.