Theo Von Bremen.

Aloof, elite, and baseball’s next MVP, his name hangs on every woman’s next breath.

Except for mine.

All I want to know is if we’re having tacos tonight—it’s his turn to buy.

Friendships like ours are forged from drunken sleepovers and Roommates Gone Wild episodes—nothing could ever tear us apart.

Except… my v-card.

And maybe… my new job with six marines.

But we can handle this, right?