They say don’t ruin the friendship. But honestly? I’ve never been great at following advice—or avoiding his smile.SophieEvery August, Oliver Tate waltzes back into my small town, buys me a milkshake, and pretends it’s totally normal that we don’t call it a date.It’s our thing.No kissing. No complications. Just whipped cream, sarcasm, and the tiniest bit of heartbreak (mine).Falling for him is a terrible idea...