Before the Sunset

Reese Murphy has been my best friend since before we took our first steps. She's the yin to my yang. The peanut butter to my jelly. It's all platonic, of course, as we made a pact years ago that we'd never cross the line. Then she took a job abroad and was away for a year, and I was lost without her. She's finally home, and she proposes I pretend to be her boyfriend as a way to show her ex-fiancé that she's moved on. I'm an actor, so it should be a piece of cake. My agent wants me to clean up my image, so it would be a win-win for both of us. But then she moves into my house and prances around in those tiny pajama shorts. There's also the night she catches me alone in the bathroom in a compromising position. And she isn't in a hurry to leave. We get lost in the moment and now I can't think of anything else. We've entered a smoking-hot-I-think-I-might-be-in-love-with-my-best-friend area. The problem is, she still thinks we're fake dating. And I stopped faking it a long time ago