Miss Matched

A dating-app mishap leads to…
We’re just friends.
Kind of.
Whenever I breakup with a guy, Gianni Capra makes my favorite comfort food: an anchovy, olive, and pineapple pizza. We’d become friends during my college years, due to the fact that I’d experienced a lot of breakups. Sure, Gianni’s a hot chef who’s easy on the eyes with a hard, sculptured body that fills out a t-shirt and a pair of jeans like a long-neck beer on a hot day. He’s enough to make a girl swoon. And swoon is only my first impulse. Don’t even get me started on my deliciously dirty fantasies.
I’ve had a crush on Gianni ever since my first breakup pizza, but I’m moving back home after graduation and he’s staying right here in this small town, surrounded by his big, loving family. And besides, I’m way too shy to let him know how I feel.
When a dating app mishap brings us together on Christmas Eve as two other singles, Shannon and Jonathan, I’m emboldened by the cover, and I begin sexting Gianni as Shannon. He does the same as Jonathan, and soon my inhibitions fade, and all those delicious fantasies I’ve had come true. We can’t seem to get enough of each other, playacting as our brazen, hot cyber dates
Are these sexy, shameless messages and sizzling late-night phone calls a window into our true selves? Or are we simply playing a game with a dating mishap that neither one of us can stop?
Either way, stepping into reality is possibly the toughest move we’ve ever faced. Especially after everything we’ve shared as delectably dirty imposters. Will we succeed, or will I merely order yet another breakup pizza from the chef I’m falling in love with?