I Like You, I Love Her Friends to Lovers Small Town Romance

In a lot of ways, I was one of the lucky ones. My high school crush liked me back. It should have been magic and fire, but it was tragic and brutal. I wrote it that way, anyway. His name was Bryan Winthrop. He was our high school basketball star. The prom king. The most beautiful boy I had ever laid eyes on. He liked me—the theatre geek who never should have caught his eye—but he loved her. It's been more than ten years since the homecoming dance. Since the night he kissed me, breaking both our hearts for the first time. After the scandal, after graduation, I left our small town and made a name for myself on Broadway, then in Hollywood. I didn't mean for the play I wrote about our high school affair to blow up. I didn't mean for it to reach all the way back to my roots, wreaking havoc, wrecking families. Bryan Winthrop and I were not friends, not lovers. But I'm back. And for one summer—if she lets us—maybe we can be.