Elise's pov

"So let me get this straight," Olive said, stirring her third latte of the morning. "You're living with the hottest man in New York, sleeping in his bed every night, and you still haven't sealed the deal? Are you broken?"

I threw a balled-up napkin at her. "It's not that simple."

"It literally is that simple. He wants you, you want him. If I'm right, the math says you should be doing horizontal cardio by now."

"Olive!"

"What? I'm just saying." She leaned across the ...