Just My Luck by Brill Harper

I’m not sure if this little green dress is a lucky charm or a curse. The scrap of fabric is the catalyst of the most humiliating St. Patrick’s Day of my life (curse). In which I had to be rescued by my best friend’s older brother (curse). Whom I’ve had a crush on since I was ten (curse, also, but can hardly blame the dress).
But he’s looking at me a lot differently than he did when I hid all my curves under baggy clothes (lucky). And now we’re stranded in his house during an ice storm (lucky). And I think I might finally lose my V status (lucky).
But he also has a VERY BIG PROBLEM (curse) that makes him a locker room joke of envious men, a novelty item for only the bravest of women, and not a very good starter model for a girl with untried womanhood (curse curse curse).

But rearranging a few internal organs to make room for love is a small price to pay, right?