• Enemies to Lovers
• Forced Proximity/Neighbors
• Hockey Romance

• Shane: Cocky hockey player who isn’t over his ex and realizes he isn’t actually a player and is a relationship guy. Moved into the apartment next to Diana. 
• Diana: Hates Shane’s arrogance; Total go-getter; works two jobs; Captain of cheerleading squad; competitive ballroom dancer; believes she MUST be the strong, independent one bc that’s what her father thinks she is and she can’t disappoint him

• Shane’s ex comes to stay with him bc she’s transferring to their college and brings her new boyfriend; Shane tells her Diana is HIS new girlfriend.
• Percy, Diana’s obsessed ex, moves into their complex, so she agrees to the fake dating - including lying to their friends.
• They start a FwB situation, but never stay over in each others bed (she lets him have total control in the bedroom)
• Shane starts watching an awful reality TV show with her and becomes her dance partner when her original one bailed; they become friends…. 😉
• They both start the gritted feelings but keep them a secret. 
• Shane’s ex shows up at a hockey game wanting to chat to him; Diana asks him not to go and he goes anyway (The ex tries to get back together with him and he’s like, Nah.)
• Percy is sitting at her house (creepy) and they can the cops; she tells get friends everything. 
• Shane shows up and sends the girls away so he can apologize to Diana; groveling; they get together for real. 
• Shane’s Dad dies and he drops out of college and bucket for a month to take care of his mother and sister. 
• The day he decides to go back to college, he gets a call from the neighbor — Percy, the crazy obsessed boyfriend, beats up Diana, putting her in the hospital.
• Shane supports her going to the police and pressing charges. Turns out, Percy best on his last girlfriend, too. 
• HEA

“Don’t worry, we didn’t see a thing.” The reassurance comes from the boy-next-door face of Will Larsen. 

“I saw your tits and one butt cheek,” Beckett Dunne says helpfully.

Diana and I have a love-hate relationship. As in, she hates me, and I love to annoy her.

If someone wants to be in a relationship with you, they will. They won’t string you along. They won’t hit you up in the middle of the night for sex. They won’t feed you endless excuses about how they’re “not cut out for relationships” or how “you deserve so much better.” They would be with you, plain and simple.

“On that note, you can leave now. I have a margarita to drink and four episodes of Fling or Forever to catch up on.”

“Cool. Wanna order a pizza? I’ll grab some beer from my apartment.” 

I stare at him. “I didn’t invite you.” 

“Oh, I invited myself. Was that not clear?”

“Every time I start to like you, you turn around and decide to ruin my life.”

My face turned red thinking about Shane’s twenty-five-inch penis. 

“You have the ass of a marble statue,” I marvel. 

He smirks. “I know.”

Will and I awkwardly stand with our fellow refs while I try not to leer at John Logan’s shoulders.

I’m too deep in his dicksand.

“Why would a dance competition be held on a weeknight? Seems like a weekend thing that weird people do.” 

“Hey, I’m doing it and I’m not weird.” 

He stares at me again.

Viktor and Martinique from Confi-Dance, their uncleverly-named social media channel, saunter toward us with unearned confi-dance.

Aw, someone’s looking confi-sad.

“Not at the expense of your own life,” Mom says gently. “He wouldn’t want you to quit the team. To leave school. In fact, he’d knock you upside the head for this decision. Because you’re forgetting the other promise you made him.” My brow furrows. “You promised you’d go to Chicago as planned. That you’d excel in your sport. You’re a hockey player, not a babysitter or a box packer or an adequate chef. You need to go play hockey. That’s the promise you should be keeping.” She takes a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. “You don’t belong here.”

“Never saw it coming, Dixon. But you’re everything to me. I don’t know when it happened, but it’s true. You’re the heartbeat of my days. You’re the reason I look forward to tomorrow. I honestly never thought I’d find someone who understands me so completely.”

“I don’t want a sweet little wife.” He kisses my shoulder. “I want a sassy bitch.”

“Pretend your fingers are gently stirring soup.”

“Fine. I’ll pretend I’m stirring soup. But only if I can grind against your leg and come in my pants.”