Taylor and I had been friends for a long time – growing up next door to each and all – but we ruined it all by making the mistake of having a drunken 'moment' when we were at the 6th form prom after party – followed by me virtually running away and then almost immediately starting to date Daniel Morton. It was all my fault, I can't deny it – I shouldn't have kissed Taylor – and I really shouldn't have run away from him when he asked me what I was doing – and of course I shouldn't have ever dated Daniel...
I told myself at the time that Taylor would be okay and he wouldn't care – but I was so wrong – he took it all really badly and we hadn't really spoken since.
My dilemma now though, was that my grandma – who loves Taylor to pieces and was delighted beyond all reason when, in a moment of utter madness, I told her we were a couple – still thinks we're together and now that she's had a fall and become incapable of living alone – I can't lie to her about him anymore – because she's coming to live with us...
I could have been honest – hell, I should have been honest about the whole thing but call me stupid – many do – I lied. I backed myself into a corner and now I had to go crawling to Taylor to ask him this massive favour...
This is the seventh book in the Boy Next Door series, with the usual helping of adorable guys, a little drama and just enough naughty bits to keep you turning the pages...