A booty call gone wrong turns into the most amazing conversation ever. Now can she tell him who she really is? A charming romance from the bestselling author of Ready or Not and Promise Me Sunshine--first time in print in the U.S. It's officially booty o'clock and Jessie is alone again in her kitchen, choking down a slice of terrible chocolate cake...and she's pretty sure she just got drunk texted by the man she has a ginormous crush on.
She's been daydreaming about Eliot Hoffman's dimples for two months, and even though she's sure this was a mistake on his end, it doesn't mean it's not an opportunity on hers.
It's the middle of the night, and she just wants to talk to him. So she texted him back. And then somehow they keep talking . . . ALL NIGHT. They're both insomniacs, so talking all night soon turns into talking EVERY night. And talking about nothing soon turns into talking about something. And here they go from in-depth analysis of reality TV to her relationship with her family, to his amazing artwork. There's no topic they don't cover . . .
Except for who she really is. It's the only question of his she won't answer.
As Jessie's crush turns into an avalanche of Eliot, she thinks of him all the time now. But if he knew who she was, the entire house of cards they've built this relationship on would come toppling down. She wants him to be hers, but they might never be more than just a sweet dream . . .
