One tequila, two tequila, three tequila … floor. Or, in my case, in bed with my best friend, Cameron Scott. When I woke up, he was gone, and I was left with a wicked hangover and a healthy dose of regret.

I’ve tried avoiding him, but the problem is, Cameron just landed the role of a lifetime, and I’m the assistant to the director of his latest movie.

The only thing worse than having to see him every day is watching him pretend to fall in love with his leading lady, a fauxmance the studio is all too happy to promote.

Call me delulu, but I’ve always imagined Cameron’s declarations of love would be mine someday. But men like him don’t fall for women like me.

Until he does in a big, bold, romantic way.

And now, that fairytale ending you see in the movies? It’s mine for the taking—if only I’m brave enough to reach out and grab what Cameron claims has always been mine.