I asked for his criteria for bed buddies–that's the PG version. He swore at me and said he didn’t do groupies. And just like that, our friendship was off to a great start. Reese Forster was the starting point guard for the Seattle Thunder. Gorgeous. Cocky. Loved by the nation. He’s also attending preseason basketball training camp where I used to work. Correction: where I work again, because I was fired from my last job. And dumped. And I might have a tiny bit of baggage, but that’s normal. Right? Reese and I shouldn’t have become friends. We shouldn’t have become roommates. And we really shouldn’t have started sleeping together … (Except we did.) I’m adorably psychotic. He’s in the NBA. ​This is not a disaster waiting to happen, at all. Teardrop Shot is a 100k standalone sports romance.