Falling for Your Best Friend (Love Clichés, #4)

by Emma St. Clair

I like to think of myself as the Gordon Ramsay of the gym.

I have built my world around her these last few years. She is my sun. But I’m like Pluto, who thought he was a planet only to have the title stripped away.

I may be the first woman on record to melt into a puddle from the presence of a man I can’t even see.

Hovering as my thoughts scramble to process and I try to override their mad flurry with other words. Peace. Trust. Safety. Chase. His name embodies all those words and more.