Noah I've always been a five-year plan kind of guy. I got through college with minimal distractions, maximum touchdowns, and zero relationships. Then I met Charlotte Benson, the woman who made me believe in wishes, and a strict set of rules was added to my routine.
Rule Don't Touch Charlotte. This one was difficult from the start but made impossible once she accidentally told her ex we were dating. (Spoiler we weren't).
Rule Don't Think About Charlotte. That was easy. Until she got to know the real me. Learning things I hadn't even shared with my closest friends. Secrets that if brought to the surface, could be dangerous, even deadly.
Rule Don't Text Charlotte. Turns out I'm pretty bad at rules. Who knew?
Rule Definitely Don't, Under Any Circumstance, Kiss Charlotte. When that rule was ignored, I thought it would destroy me, but instead, I began to wonder if this fake dating fling could turn into something real. Then, two words changed "I'm pregnant."