Fake Dating My Grumpy Bestie

Summary

Jasper and I were the definition of a forced pair: all scorching chemistry and sheer, mutual hatred.

Once the crisis that brought us together was over, I told him I wanted out.

He wouldn't say yes, but he wouldn't say no, either.

Instead, he went off on some ridiculous tangent, asking if I preferred cats or dogs.

"Dogs," I said, frowning. "Why?"

He dropped his head and gave a pathetic little yelp. "Woof."

I glared. "Don't do that."

He cleared his throat, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. "You misunderstand."