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Texting the wrong number never felt so right. It started with a not-so-innocent text I sent to the guy I was casually dating. Things had been moving slowly, and it was time to spice things up. Me: I need you to come over. I want to feel you inside me.Him: Who is this?Me: Indy. Who's this?Him: Wrong number.Me: Oh crap. I'm sorry.Him: I'm not. What's your address? Now, I have to decide whether I want to block him and text the guy I meant to in the first place. Or do something outrageously bold and tell him to come over. Me: . . .
My First Mistake: >My Second Mistake: >My Third Mistake: >My Fourth Mistake: Accidentally telling Griffin I love him.And losing our friendship forever.
The Goal: >The Plan: >The Agreement: >The Execution: Pretend to date, pretend to care for each other, but no sex.And definitely don't fall in love
An average romance author? ✓>A gorgeous cover model? ✓>A serious crush? ✓>A chance I can make him mine? Only one way to find out: Put him on a book cover and ask him to a book signing.
Dear Lydia, I need help with my neighbor.She doesn't like me, but I can't stop thinking about having sex with her. Half of me wants to fuck her, and the other half wants to choke her. Or choke her while I fuck her.How do I put her out of my mind?Sincerely, Guy Problems Who's Lydia? That's me, an advice columnist. Who's Guy Problems? My sexy neighbor (hiding behind his computer screen). What's the problem? I need his help. Even though he's the last person I want to ask. Guy Problems is about to become my guy problem.
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