The Mayor and the Mystery Man

<p><strong><em>To win this election I should be trying to kiss babies not my best friend!</em></strong></p><p><br></p><p>My chances of reelection have gone from slam dunk to nose dive.</p><p><br></p><p>What happened? A former hookup sold me out to the press complete with screenshots. In my defense between being mayor and parenting twins (double the puberty!) I have zero room for relationships that go beyond one night.</p><p><br></p><p>My campaign manager says I need to change the narrative aka get a boyfriend ASAP to make me seem more (ugh) likeable. The only person I trust with this ruse is my charming best friend Dusty.</p><p><br></p><p>Despite living 3000 miles apart thanks to endless text chains and 2 a.m. phone calls we've been the constant in each other's lives navigating through single dad fails (me) and breakups with cruel ex-girlfriends (all him).</p><p><br></p><p>Each day we spend as fake boyfriends feels more real which is odd because Dusty is straight.</p><p><br></p><p>And yet our playful banter is shifting from friendly to flirty.</p><p><br></p><p>And he doesn't stop holding my hand when the crowds leave.</p><p><br></p><p>And was he always this attractive?</p><p><br></p><p>With reporters sniffing for the truth exploring these feelings could mean the implosion of my political career and our friendship.</p>