Scroll down to read an excerpt!

When Melody tells Asher she’s prepared—and determined—to lose her virginity to a guy he considers to be nothing more than a cad who sleeps with anything that wears a skirt, her best friend offers her a proposition she can’t really refuse.


Seeing Ash without a shirt and wearing only his boxers did bizarre, quirky things to my insides. I’d needed to focus on what was happening outside the window, which wasn’t much, so I didn’t stare any longer than I already had. My cheeks burned at the sight of him in all that…tight, muscley skin. I had no idea guys could change that much in just two years. I’d noticed his arms, of course, but I’d never imagined his chest could be so magnificent, and his thighs, oh my goodness…so lean, yet so taut and firm. I would have loved to run my fingertips up the light dusting of golden brown hairs covering them, just to see if they were as soft as they looked.

Thank God my brother had called and yanked me out of that stupid daydream. Crushing on Ash? He was off limits. Had always been off limits. When we were younger, we’d made some silly pact to marry each other when we grew up. Even at eleven years old, I’d had such a ridiculously strong crush on him that the next day I could barely even talk to him. When he never brought it up again, well, that was enough of a hint for me not to go anywhere near that notion. When we got older, I was too chicken to bring it up again for fear he’d laugh. He’d probably forgotten all about it anyway, and never once had he given me any indication that he liked me that way. A silly, childish crush. That’s all it was.

Looking at him now, though, I had some of those old, tingling feelings in my stomach popping back up again.

“Come on.” Ash tugged me out of his apartment and down the stairs. His voice was coated with total and complete elation at the prospect of hanging with Ted tonight. I was feeling the same way. My two best friends together again.

Leave a Reply