Everyone knew my best friend and I would end up together except me. In hindsight, the flirting probably should have been a clue.

For most of my life, I was completely, totally, one hundred percent straight.

Then my best friend happened.

Leander is charming, shameless, and physically incapable of taking anything seriously when flirting outrageously is an option. I spent years ignoring how ridiculously attractive he is because that's what straight best friends are supposed to do, right?

Then I made one catastrophic discovery:

I don't want Leander to flirt with me less.

I want him to flirt with me more.

A lot more.

Suddenly, my entire life makes an alarming amount of sense.

My family adores him. Our friends have apparently been taking bets on us for years. At this point, I'm pretty sure I'm the last person to realize I'm in love with my best friend.

Now, I have one tiny problem.

How exactly am I supposed to convince Leander I want to be his boyfriend without him assuming it's a joke?

Because asking out your best friend is terrifying.

Asking out your best friend when he's spent years hitting on you feels like handing everyone you know the most satisfying "I told you so" of their lives.

And if he laughs?

I'm changing my name and spending the rest of my life introducing myself as "the guy who definitely didn't get rejected by his best friend."

Serving Love is a sweet and steamy MM friends-to-lovers standalone romance.