When curvy, career-oriented engineer Tess finds herself unexpectedly expecting her BFF's baby, she attempts to catapult herself out of the friend-zone via a mutually-beneficial fake relationship with her steamy ultrasound technician. But when the line between pretend and real blurs, she must decide between the future she’s always imagined and the happily-ever-after she actually deserves . . . before she loses both.
Ben and I have hooked up exactly five times since becoming best friends in the seventh grade.
The first time was fifteen years ago. During spring break of eighth grade, I was feeling uncharacteristically ballsy. Ben snuck a bottle of six dollar sangria from his mom’s fridge, and I somehow convinced him to watch Angus Thongs with me. Tipsy—mostly off the thrill of our illicit behavior—we decided to ‘practice’ making out. After less than three minutes, it got too weird so we stopped.
The next time, eleven years ago, was the summer after high school graduation. My friends and I were all set to attend college in various cities, with only Ben staying local (to help his mom). One week before we left, Ben’s summer girlfriend—Andrea—broke up with him after completing her exchange program. His hopeless romantic heart shattered. It was pitiful. So we got totally sloshed on wine coolers and did it in my parents’ camper. Ah, sweet memories.
Third time’s the charm? Nope. I moved back to our Colorado hometown five years ago, after completing my masters and accepting my first real engineering job. We celebrated with many, many margaritas. Ben’s always been fun: life-of the party, filler of drinks, a living mirror-ball magically transforming all who surround him into their happiest, most carefree selves. But Tequila Ben was fun. And for some inexplicable reason, Tequila Ben only had eyes for me.