Ivy K. Harlowe is a lot of things.

My best friend. The center of attention. Always the hottest girl in the room, the girl every lesbian wants. With her freckles and dimples and bright green eyes, and with someone else’s energy, she’d be adorable. But there is nothing cute about Ivy.

She’s one-of-a-kind but also predictable, so I will always be Andie, her best friend, never Andie, her girlfriend.

Then she meets Dot, and Ivy does something even I would have never guessed—she sees Dot another day. And another. And another.

Now my world is slowly going up in smoke, and no matter what I do, the flames grow higher. She lit that match without knowing who or what it would burn.

Ivy K. Harlowe is a lot of things.

But falling in love wasn’t supposed to be one of them...unless it was with me.