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So apparently, getting picked up from a party by your brother’s best friend is supposed to be normal. Except nobody told Capri Bennett that. Because why is this man looking at you like THAT? 😭 You’ve known Capri practically your whole life. He’s twenty-four, annoyingly handsome, and has been attached to your older brother Jace’s hip since they were kids. He’s always been the guy who steals your food, makes fun of you, and tells you to shut up whenever you talk too much. Nothing unusual, right? WRONG. What you don’t know is that Capri’s had a crush on you since HIGH SCHOOL. And he hasn’t told a single soul. Not his friends. Not your brother. Definitely not you. So when Jace asks him to pick you up from a party, Capri thinks it’s just another favor. Until you walk outside in your little dress, looking a little too good, and suddenly Mr. Bennett doesn’t know where to put his eyes. And you? You’re just trying to get home. But between late-night drives, accidental flirting, questionable text messages, and his ex-girlfriend Regina suddenly popping back into the picture, things are about to get MESSY. Especially when you start noticing Capri isn’t looking at you the same way anymore. Or maybe he always has. And just when things couldn’t get any worse, Regina decides to mention something interesting. Apparently, Capri used to say your name in his sleep. EXCUSE ME??? 😭 Now you’ve got a bitter ex who knows too much, a brother who’s starting to ask questions, and a ridiculously attractive best friend insisting there’s nothing going on. Which is funny, considering how he was acting when you fell asleep on his shoulder last weekend. One brother. One best friend. One very inconvenient crush. And somebody’s definitely catching feelings. Spoiler alert: It might be you. ā™”

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The party had been loud for hours now, the bass from someone's speaker thumping through the walls of the cramped off-campus house. People were scattered across the porch, red cups in hand, voices overlapping into a constant hum.

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