Teardrop Shot

I asked for his criteria for bed buddies—that's the PG version.
He swore at me and said he didn't do groupies.

And just like that, our friendship was off to a great start.

Reese Forster was the starting point guard for the Seattle Thunder.
Gorgeous. Cocky. Loved by the nation.
He's also attending preseason basketball training camp where I used to work.

Correction: where I work again, because I was fired from my last job.
And dumped.
And I might have a tiny bit of baggage, but that's normal. Right?

Reese and I shouldn't have become friends.
We shouldn't have become roommates.
And we really shouldn't have started sleeping together... (Except we did.)

I'm adorably psychotic.
He's in the NBA.
This is not a disaster waiting to happen, at all.