<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>When I put up a&nbsp;</span><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><em>ROOMMATE WANTED</em></strong><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>&nbsp;poster he was the last person on earth I thought would respond.</span></p><p><br></p><p>He was also the last person on earth I'd agree to let live with me...on purpose.</p><p><br></p><p>But here we are--roommates. I'm certain we can coexist without it being awkward and I'm determined to make it work. There will be no sexual tension building with each accidental touch no flutters when he wears that stupid backward baseball cap and&nbsp;<em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>definitely</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>&nbsp;no flirting when we text back and forth.</span></p><p><br></p><p>Caleb Mills can't be the guy for me. He's my best friend's ex-boyfriend.</p><p><br></p><p>And that would be wrong...<em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>right?</em></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I Wanna Text You Up is a full-length standalone roommates-to-lovers romantic comedy that features a baseball-playing hero an artist heroine too many&nbsp;<em>Rocky Horror Picture Show</em>&nbsp;references a cute kitten and a happy ending.</strong></p>