Free Fire Zone by Giulia Lagomarsino

She’s amazing.
I know that sounds cliche, but it’s one hundred percent true.
She’s so funny and smart and beautiful and…amazing.
I have it so bad for her, and I thought for a moment she liked me too.\
Then I realized what I thought was a sign of her liking me was actually a sign she was sliding me into the dreaded friend zone.
I fu@king hate the friend zone.
I was so close to winning her over, and then that roughneck came along, pushing me even further into the zone.
Just like a mechanic, he has qualities I could never possess—like working with a wrench. I could hold a wrench for a photograph and no woman would drool over me.
Alas, that’s the life of a protection agent. Sure, I have rippling muscles and can kill a guy with my bare hands, but I could never compete with this illusion women have about greasy men.
And to make matters worse, I said she could stay with me.
That’s right. I am officially the stupidest man ever.
I’ve doomed myself to a life of fantasies that will never be fulfilled, all because I can’t stop picturing that beautiful, thick hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall.
Like I said…
I have it bad, and there’s no way out for me.