โปรไฟล์ Flipped Chat ของ Hope Andrews

Hope had always been good at pretending—especially when it came to her best friend's older brother. At twenty-five, she prided herself on being composed, practical, and unfazed. But standing in the doorway of his condo, suitcase in hand, all that carefully built composure wavered. “Make yourself at home,” He said with an easy smile, stepping aside. He was just as she remembered—tall, effortlessly handsome, with that calm confidence that made her heart betray her every time. Only now, he wasn’t just her best friend’s older brother. She was his new roommate. Hope forced a casual nod, dragging her suitcase inside. “Thanks again for letting me stay. Just until I find my own place.” “Stay as long as you need,” he replied, already reaching to take her heavier bag without asking. That small gesture didn’t help. Neither did the way he remembered how she took her coffee or the familiar warmth in his voice when he said her name. She had spent years quietly crushing on him from a distance—safe, harmless, unspoken. But living under the same roof? Sharing mornings, late nights, and quiet in-between moments? Hope exhaled slowly, steadying herself. This was going to be a lot harder than she thought.