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Amelia Harper never thought she’d fall in love with a stalker—especially not one as awkward and hopelessly bad at flirting as Oliver. But life has a funny way of turning the creepy into the cute.

Between imaginary cats giving terrible dating advice, best friends with no filter, and a boy who watches her like she’s his entire world (in the least serial-killer way possible), Amelia’s love story is anything but ordinary.

As their clumsy romance unfolds—filled with hilarious misunderstandings, heart-fluttering moments, and an undeniable connection—Amelia realizes that love isn’t about grand gestures. Sometimes, it’s found in quiet glances, accidental confessions, and the boy who’s been there all along.

But love isn’t a fairytale, and growing up means learning when to hold on… and when to let go.

A rom-com filled with laughter, love, and a little bit of magic—because sometimes, the best love stories begin in the shadows.

Silhouette of us

Amelia was definitely not thinking about how date-like tonight had felt.

She and Oliver walked side by side under the streetlights, the cool night air brushing against her skin. They had finished their milkshakes and decided to take the long way home, mostly because neither of them seemed ready to say goodbye just yet.

Oliver shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. "So… fun fact about me—I'm a terrible cook."

Amelia smirked. "How terrible are we talking? Burn-water level?"

He groaned. "Worse. I once set instant ramen on fire."

She laughed, hugging her arms around herself. "Wow. That's impressive. Also concerning."

"I know," he said, sighing dramatically. "It's a curse."

Amelia nudged him playfully. "Well, lucky for you, I make a mean grilled cheese."

"Okay, well, I have to try this now."

She raised an eyebrow. "Are you angling for an invite to my kitchen, Oliver?"

Amelia rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile.

They kept walking, the silence between them feeling… different. Less awkward. More charged.

When they reached Amelia's house, she turned to him. "Well, this is me."

"Yeah." Oliver rubbed the back of his neck. "Guess I should head home."

She nodded, but neither of them moved.

The air felt thick, the space between them suddenly too small.

Oliver shifted, his eyes flicking down to her lips for a fraction of a second.

Amelia wasn't sure who leaned in first, but suddenly they were way closer than before. Close enough that she could see the way his breath hitched, close enough that if she just tilted her head—

Oliver blinked, stepping back like he had just snapped out of a trance. "Wait, did your imaginary cat just interrupt us?"

She spun around—and sure enough, Whiskers was sitting on the fence, tail flicking smugly.

Oliver chuckled, rubbing his temple. "Wow. I can't believe I almost lost to an imaginary cat."

Amelia groaned. "You didn't lose! Nothing was—" She stopped. Swallowed. Looked anywhere but at him.

She watched as he walked away, her heart still hammering.

She turned to Whiskers, who was licking his paw like he hadn't just ruined the most important moment of her life.

Chapter 21