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?