What could be more romantic than New Year's in New York City with the man of my dreams?
We'd see the sights and experience the city together. And on New Year's Eve, we'd be front and center in Times Square when the ball dropped for that all important kiss to bring in the new year.
Except the guy I'd planned on taking broke up with me weeks before the trip.
Cue my best friend, Kylan-who I'd always had a major crush on, though we'd never crossed the line beyond flirting. He was more than happy to join me, and I figured together we could make the best of it and at least have fun together.
But neither one of us could have anticipated being stranded in a hotel in New York City, right before New Year's Eve, due to an unexpected snowstorm. And little did I know that 'making the best of it' would mean both of us admitting to our years long attraction to one another, along with a hot kiss we both swore was just meant to see if we had "chemistry" but turned into steamy sexy times that ruined me for any other guy.
Now, I'm looking forward to the new year with a new man, until we return home and I'm blindsided by a woman claiming to be his girlfriend . . .
