“I accidentally opened my roommate’s bedroom door and saw her in a blue dress that slipped off one shoulder,” I admitted to her later that night. She laughed and asked if I’d make it up to her by being her fake boyfriend at her sister’s engagement party. I should have said no—she was my roommate, we lived together, and if this went wrong there was nowhere to hide. But then she looked at me like someone who was tired of protecting herself all the time, and I heard myself say yes before I could stop it. What I didn’t know was that her ex would be there, and by the end of the night, I’d be kissing her in front of her entire family while her mother watched from across the room.
“I accidentally opened my roommate’s bedroom door and saw her in a blue dress that slipped off one shoulder,” I admitted to her later that night. She laughed and asked if I’d make it up to her by being her fake boyfriend at her sister’s engagement party. I should have said no—she was my roommate,…
