I've lied to myself for years about being in love with my best friend. Everly Bowman and I don't make sense. She's sunshine personified, and I hate everyone. Well, everyone but her. It's easy to pretend like she isn't my whole world. Or it was until she needs a place to stay, and my apartment is her only option. Suddenly, she's everywhere I turn. Even her scent is branded into my sheets. And thanks to...