Anónimo

It’s officially booty o’clock, I’m alone again in my kitchen choking down a slice of terrible chocolate cake…and I’m pretty sure I just got drunk texted by the man I have a ginormous crush on. I’ve been daydreaming about Eliot Hoffman’s dimples for two months, and even though I’m sure this was a mistake on his end, it doesn’t mean it’s not an opportunity on mine. It’s the middle of the night, and I just wanna talk to him. So I text him back.

He's a sexy paramedic. I'm just a sick girl trying to survive college. Pretty sure my friend is trying to set me up with her boyfriend's older brother. There's just one problem. Macklin's the paramedic who drove me to the hospital after a particularly ugly seizure. And I have no desire to see him ever again. Sure, he's attractive, and sweet, no matter how grumpy I am to him. But he's also stubborn and is convinced we should be friends.