Bottoms Up by Holly Renee

Guys like Tucker Moore didn’t date girls like me.

He had boring ol’ washboard abs that looked like they were sculpted by the Gods, and I had more curves than a backroad in a country song.
He could charm the panties off anyone he wanted, but I preferred to interact with my latest literary best friends.
He was my next-door neighbor and the definition of a bad idea.
I had no business thinking about him while I slid my hand up my own skirt to push the only buttons he had left untouched.

The only sliding I should have been doing was straight into the friend-zone.
Which I did, faster than he could say “Just friends.”
It didn’t matter that he spent more time in my apartment than his own or that he smiled at me in a way that made my stomach flip.
That was just Tucker.
And he was becoming my best friend.
Which made him completely off-limits.

But a weekend away and a bag packed so full I couldn’t fit my logic were our downfall.
We were going to screw everything up, and I would be the one left Bottoms Up.

*Previously titled as ‘Trouble with the Guy Next Door‘.