Fake Dating My Grumpy Bestie
Language: en
Jasper and I were the definition of a forced pair: all scorching chemistry and sheer, mutual hatred. Once the crisis that brought us together was over, I told him I wanted out. He wouldn't say yes, but he wouldn't say no, either. Instead, he went off on some ridiculous tangent, asking if I preferred cats or dogs. "Dogs," I said, frowning. "Why?" He dropped his head and gave a pathetic little yelp. "Woof." I glared. "Don't do that." He cleared his throat, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. "You misunderstand." "I just wanted to make sure you remembered," he drawled, his smile completely…