Overview

Getting hot and bothered at the movies is bad enough, but it's a whole new level of mortifying when your best friend takes notice. The teasing is expected—the touching is not. We're straight, so why is he so eager to get his hands on me? And why does it feel this embarrassingly good? This is insane, filthy, and oh so wrong—and I'm about to lose my mind because I've never been this achingly desperate in my life. We cannot get caught like this, but it's impossible to stay quiet when he's leaning in and sucking, kissing, nipping at my neck until I'm a senseless puddle of goo melting into his side. Oh, this is definitely crossing some big friendship lines—but if we stop now I might just die.